LLENOIR

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

Icarus flew. Icarus flew and he fell but god, oh god, Icarus flew. And so many people forget that, the falling overshadowing, the wings floating down in a whirlwind of a life, but they carried him so high and the sun held him for just an instance and Icarus said it's okay, it's okay, you can let go. He said I'll be okay. And the sun kissed him one last time, his reddening skin oh so full of love, and opened its hands but never really let go. Icarus flew so close and for an instant, a bright bright instant, he was alive and flying and so terribly human as he soared and shouted and the wax was no different from his skin and now, here, he saw the beauty of his fragile body. His fingers, reaching so desperately towards the flames promising to hold him so tight, the feathers brushing against his ankles, the wax surrounding his ribs and heart, a cage of his insides. He was held so tight for an instant, a single, burning instant, before the final dance, the final drop. There was some power, some comfort, to seeing the world fall as the centre stared you down.

And Icarus flew.

— Unknown

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— Bill Burke, Bridge to Terabithia

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— iambrillyant

sounds alot like someone described as a love-shaped human amalgamation of his dad's good looks, his mother's music taste, and his friends' warmth

– Susan Sontag