The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name brought tears of joy or pain of anger to those he left in his wake. The result of his own...
It’s a shame how much artists have to bleed for people to enjoy their work.
I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage.
You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.
It was clear to her now, Happiness was a seductive illusion. No one as fucked up as her deserved one drop of joy. But oh god was it delicious when it fell into her lap for a little while. (Such a pretty face) she muses (with such a bruised and battered soul). When the dawn...
Faith is Hope on a treadmill. Love is the reason we stay on.
It doesn’t matter where your journey begins, so long as you begin it…
What do you do when the alienating silence deafens your ‘bootless cries’?
To be calm and compassionate you need courage and conviction.
Life is like a double-blind experiment. And the Observer is the only One in on the Know.
Everyone wants a piece of you. The trick is what piece to give.
What Grimm fairy tale featured apiarian morphing humans?
Be the Light you seek so desperately in your life and chase away that darkness.
We must be careful more than ever what we let our hearts believe in.
Nowadays films and television are what I like to call “Microwave Media”. I like mine in the oven, giving the production time to simmer; get the juices flowing, and cooked to perfection. And that takes time. Slow, precious, tempered time. A script is a film’s recipe. It’s just a piece of paper to the novice...
Thy’s bleeding heart confides in the With one’s thoughts and troubles Let the kiss thy’s lips To ease thou’s pain Thy am thou’s comfort Lie thou’s head on mine pillow Of soft consolation And let the drown Thou’s sorrow Away
The truest of loves transcends even the greatest of insecurities.
If Christians are all loving and full of God’s grace (like some of us really are), do they truly love their neighbor? Would they catch a grenade for one of us (like some of us would for them because we truly have love in our hearts)?
His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair— a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.