If you’re going through hell, keep going.







ohbaby-obrien:

Holland Roden - Troix Magazine Photoshoot June 2011



“People never change because they are under threat or under duress. Never. They change because they see something that makes their life seem valuable enough to start moving toward a life worth living.”




profoundlyunbound:

We find ourselves holding a problem in hand.
Our moods, as we know, are inconstant.
We molded this body to shut up the angel,
to render him mute for an instant
—
or two, give us peace, give us quiet.
But we find his new silence exhausting.
Devils all! We are bored! This is boring.
We think this soft comfort disgusting.
—
But moreso, we think, we are bothered by this,
this copycat model we’ve got.
Its eyes are too dead. Green, granted, yes
but they carry a cadence of rot.
—
The smile is too wide, the laugh is all wrong,
the voice has too much of us in it;
keep up the pace and he’ll see it’s a sham.
He won’t believe this for a minute.
—
We’ve decided it’s best to begin it anew,
recreate it from scratch—get it right.
He’s started to scream down inside us again.
It’s time that we gave him a sight
—
and a reason to scream. Come here, boy. Don’t be shy.
It’s only a worthless old head.
He’ll open his eyes. He’ll see what we mean.
He’ll know that his last hopes are dead
—
when we sucker it down, all the flesh and the bone
and spit it up fresh when we’re through,
play our hands at creation to see if we can.
Do the same with the other one, too.
—
We’ve found that it pleases us now to begin
to tear at our birdie with vigor,
and we’ll eat at this skull ‘til there’s nothing at all
and we’ll build it back brighter and bigger.
—
We will let him taste hope for a wide lovely moment
and then bite it all up and he’ll see—
again and again ‘til he’s screamed himself out—
my boys are not coming for me.
—
We’ll argue no further. It’s done and it’s done.
Rest the head on our lips, boy. We hunger.
Come back to the dark with our betterselves now.
We’re starving and we’ll wait no longer.
—
We will see you again with the right eyes this time,
the right smile and the tilting of voice.
We are one, we are Legion, we will what we will
and boy-shape, we give you no choice.
—
Now come and see.
Believe you we,
This end is most respectable.
—
We find us most delectable.
—
[x]

profoundlyunbound:

We find ourselves holding a problem in hand.

Our moods, as we know, are inconstant.

We molded this body to shut up the angel,

to render him mute for an instant

or two, give us peace, give us quiet.

But we find his new silence exhausting.

Devils all! We are bored! This is boring.

We think this soft comfort disgusting.

But moreso, we think, we are bothered by this,

this copycat model we’ve got.

Its eyes are too dead. Green, granted, yes

but they carry a cadence of rot.

The smile is too wide, the laugh is all wrong,

the voice has too much of us in it;

keep up the pace and he’ll see it’s a sham.

He won’t believe this for a minute.

We’ve decided it’s best to begin it anew,

recreate it from scratch—get it right.

He’s started to scream down inside us again.

It’s time that we gave him a sight

and a reason to scream. Come here, boy. Don’t be shy.

It’s only a worthless old head.

He’ll open his eyes. He’ll see what we mean.

He’ll know that his last hopes are dead

when we sucker it down, all the flesh and the bone

and spit it up fresh when we’re through,

play our hands at creation to see if we can.

Do the same with the other one, too.

We’ve found that it pleases us now to begin

to tear at our birdie with vigor,

and we’ll eat at this skull ‘til there’s nothing at all

and we’ll build it back brighter and bigger.

We will let him taste hope for a wide lovely moment

and then bite it all up and he’ll see—

again and again ‘til he’s screamed himself out—

my boys are not coming for me.

We’ll argue no further. It’s done and it’s done.

Rest the head on our lips, boy. We hunger.

Come back to the dark with our betterselves now.

We’re starving and we’ll wait no longer.

We will see you again with the right eyes this time,

the right smile and the tilting of voice.

We are one, we are Legion, we will what we will

and boy-shape, we give you no choice.

Now come and see.

Believe you we,

This end is most respectable.

We find us most delectable.

[x]