brokenness to beauty
Chasing failure and living for the One who gave my heart a beat
(via sommerlanding)
“Finally, she said, “I’m lonely,” because it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said, “I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street. They didn’t leave any blood. They’re fastidious like that.”— Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams; “The Wolves of Brooklyn” (via luthienne)
Mt. Rainier National Park
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