Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via atramentum)
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again. (via cumpressing)
I regret the things I wanted once so badly,
Because hindsight is 20/20.
I made a promise I wouldn’t let myself die alone
But I’m finding myself pulling at every loose string.
Unraveling myself because you wouldn’t let me undress myself-
In your presence.
In His eyes.
I regret the things I swore to protect once, a long time ago.
Because it’s one thing to block someone from taking a bullet
it’s another to stop them from pulling the trigger.
Stitching you back together again on your sofa at midnight, I won’t forget.
You would never tell me to leave, and I would never show myself to the door.
You wanted me to so desperately be something else
But a weed amongst all your orchids was all I could ever be.
I regret the things I regret now.
Because I lusted for you not to long ago, and still now.
Hindsight is 20/20
And according to the world
There is nothing quite like living in the present.
I regret fumbling to catch my breath when they called your name.
Because it was over long before that.
You couldn’t get up off the sofa
And I was stumbling in your dark bedroom
Long before you even realized I was there.
have you ever wanted to get to know someone really badly, like to the point where you just want to understand everything about who they are and what makes them tick, but you’ve never talked to them in your life and you’re pretty sure they don’t even know your name
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up Shane Koyczan (via andcombust)