Light the Candles.

Ask    Ciao! I'm Edi, 20, Nigerian, Poet. I love music, art, and photography. I love God, Coldplay, and Chemistry. This is something like my open diary. Appreciate life, the blessings and the misfortunes.

People don’t like hearing crap and negative stuff. I have to get that in my head cause I talk up a storm when I’m feeling like this.

You’re the only one I vent to. I have no one else to talk to and it’s sad. I’m spitting fire cause I have no other way to release it.

Now I feel bad. Worse.

— 2 days ago
#truthhworks 
"

Your priorities must be God first, God second, and God third, until your life is continually face to face with God and no one else is taken into account whatsoever. Your prayer will then be, “In all the world there is no one but You, dear God; there is no one but You.”

Keep paying the price. Let God see that you are willing to live up to the vision.

"
Oswald Chambers (via calm-mysoul)

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— 2 days ago with 726 notes

keatonhensonwords:

Live at Queen Elizabeth Hall 2014

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— 2 days ago with 373 notes
New Sign Language Restaurant Only Takes Orders In American Sign Language →

greentealattae:

troy41w:

"Brilliant idea alert: later this month, a new restaurant will be opening up in Toronto called “Signs” on 558 Yonge Street, which promises to be Canada’s first “deaf” restaurant where customers are asked to order their dinners using only American Sign Language.

Staffed primarily by deaf servers, the restaurant hopes to provide “a kind of community service for a deaf population that often struggles to find employment in a speech-oriented workforce,” reports The Star.”

greentealattae
Awe shit. We must go here troy41w

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— 2 days ago with 216 notes
fohk:

“Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”
The Lovely Bones (2009)Peter Jackson

fohk:

Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”

The Lovely Bones (2009)
Peter Jackson

(via renellaice)

— 2 days ago with 13892 notes

Feeling blehhh

— 2 days ago
#truthhworks 

That feeling you get when you realize your “close friend” doesn’t even acknowledge you.

No love reciprocated back.

You literally haven’t seen me in over a month…

— 2 days ago
#truthhworks  #rant 

And today wasn’t that great of a day. To sum it up…

1. People are so judgemental.

2. Don’t expect anything from anyone.

— 2 days ago
#truthhworks 

I hope he never expects us to get close cause things like this push me away. I dislike being around someone who is so quick to anger. So negative. That’s why i hate being here. I’m always ready to leave. I’ve sacrificed a lot this summer and this is the last thing I need.

— 2 days ago
#truthhworks  #rant 
"We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive."
Thich Nhat Hanh (via theglasschild)

(Source: divine-consciousness, via theglasschild)

— 3 days ago with 39787 notes
"Some days the air will be more salt than freshness; some days your bones will be more pockmarked than pomegranates. But no matter how full the universe is of dark energy, it still manages to make the night sky look beautiful. And no matter how full of scars your lungs are, the tissue still produces that wonderful voice. There’s a reason whirlpools flow differently on either side of the Equator: because opposites are the only silver linings that can ever turn into gold. When each day is a suicide note, find strength in holding the pen that allows you to express your feelings instead of letting them fester inside like craters buried deep in the skin of the moon. When every morning is another reason to stay in bed, find joy in the nights when you’re able to get out of it. You can wail all you want and ask the Grand Canyon how it feels to breathe, but all you’ll get is the answer that sometimes it hurts to be so empty. So fill yourself instead, until all that’s left inside your head is everything but the desire to be dead."
Meggie Royer (via shayeofodile)
— 3 days ago with 10 notes