actualbrendonurie:

ok but if someone wrote me a song like The End Of All Things I would literally never stop crying from that moment onwards I would be so dehydrated how is sarah urie so Chill and how do i be her




So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.

- Jorge Luis Borges, After a While”
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Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
- Rumi
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braixxen:

me: oh yeah i’ll watch [insert mega popular easily-accessed netflix thing] at some point

me:

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the-remixed-phoenix:

Me: *about to play the same song again for the 84th time in a row*

My FBI agent: Oh sweet Jesus NOT AGAIN