mischievously lovely

a collection of anything; everything

The death of any child shatters us all. The sadness that comes with the death of an 8-year-old, you can magnify it by also thinking about the sadness that comes with all of the other children who now have a freeze frame in their minds, who were there yesterday, of the sights and sounds of the explosions that took place around them, of the bloodletting that went on. But they also have, and will have, a memory of strangers rushing to help strangers.’’

—Mike Barnicle, Boston Colomnist 

Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition
Playing God
Ahh nah, here we go
America the brave
Still fears what we don’t know
And God loves all his children it’s somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
3,500 years ago
I don’t know

—Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Sometimes when I dream, I sense a part of me that’s missing. It’s a strange feeling having your heart remember something your mind can not.

(Source: freecocaine, via hellogiggles)