in our fleeting days.
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in our fleeting days.
Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections.

— {St. Francis de Sales}

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& when i don’t understand You, i will choose You.

and it’s an honor, it’s a privilege to worship You.
for You are good, God, You are a good to me.  

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This is what you do. If you feel low, you stand tall. You mess up, you move on. You want to try something, try it, and if it was a stupid thing to try, you look it in the eye. There’s no turning back. You apologize if you’re sorry, but know that the nimblest, strongest hands can’t rebuild a bridge out of embers, so cut new wood. Start from scratch. You love with your whole heart. If you’re jealous, talk yourself from the ledge. If you can’t talk yourself down from the ledge, have a good time up there, looking down on the world. If you have to lie to make everything true again, lie like you mean it. If you find yourself in a cage, reach out through the bars for the key, unlock the door, and run away. If running away gets dangerous, run home. If home doesn’t mean what it used to mean, decide what home will be in the future. If your best friend says she doesn’t trust you, hold her jaw in your hand until it hurts, and make her face you. That’s all it takes. If you think you love a guy, see how his hand looks in yours, that’s all it takes. If you get exiled into a new land, then go discover it. And if you feel like you’re drowning, go swimming.

— {Hobson Brown.}

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i was always that one. {you know. that one.}
i don’t know.

"i don’t know what you smoke, or what countries you’ve been to, if you speak any other languages other than your own, i’d like to meet you. i don’t know if you drive, if you love the ground beneath you, i don’t know if you write letters or if you panic on the phone, i’d like to call you all the same, if you want to, i am game. i don’t know if you can swim, if the sea has any draw for you, if you’re better in the morning or when the sun goes down, i’d like to call you. i don’t know if you can dance, if the thought of love occurred to you. if you eat what you’ve been given or you push it round your plate, i’d like to cook for you all the same, i would want to, i am game. i don’t know if you read novels or the magazines, if you like hands or feet, i assume that your heart’s been broken, i’d like to know you. you don’t know if i can draw at all, or what records i am into, if i sleep like a spoon, or really at all. well, maybe you would do. i don’t fall easy at all. not at all."

{lisa hanigan}

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