Skyscrapers with big windows

we expect those who

hurt,

shattered,
and damaged
us the most
to return with the intent to
heal,
mend,
and piece us back together again,
as if there is no difference
between a bandage and a wound.

(Source: ascendingfragments)

"What Satan put into the heads of our remote ancestors was the idea that they could ‘be like gods’—could set up on their own as if they had created themselves…invent some sort of happiness for themselves outside God, apart from God. And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy."

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Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis (via life-and-peace)

(via theressomethingaboutasunrise)

"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."

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dirty wings (via rainydaysandblankets)

(Source: celestialsweet, via theressomethingaboutasunrise)