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i'm not sure where to begin, which photograph would most capture my life over the last year. it seems as though things that have had most significance in my life have become minor. For instance, after four years I decided to leave my workplace. Riding in cars with boys was only fun for a while, as soon as the heart is wounded it shifts and in that quiet moment to lock my heart away would be what feels right.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket; safe, dark, motionless, airless it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” C.S Lewis.
i'm quite exhausted from today.
i'll write more soon.
oh. and it's my birthday tomorrow. (does anyone read this?)
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket; safe, dark, motionless, airless it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” C.S Lewis.
i'm quite exhausted from today.
i'll write more soon.
oh. and it's my birthday tomorrow. (does anyone read this?)