(and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. Fight Club)

(follow your bliss)

our bodies get bigger, 

but our hearts get torn up.

(The Arcade Fire)

weary Sunday

I want only what's urgent with you. I want your smiles always, and your grimaces too. I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart. I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know. And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams. 

(chelsea walls poem, images: solestruck, tumblr, ffffound)