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She Walks In Beauty
  • She Walks In Beauty
  • Hugh Dancy
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Hugh Dancy reads She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

There is a theory that in an infinite amount of time, about a trillion trillion years from now, the universe will end. All the atoms in the world will grow so far apart that there will be nothing left- and all the laughter, tears, and trials of every single human life will be wiped out. Just like that. But the look in your eyes convinces me, for a split second, that some things do not have a beginning or an end, and even if the universe flattens and chills out to complete nothingness, there will still be those eyes, staring at me. There will still be my chest, and my wrists, and my lips. Burning for you. And no matter how this world ends, or how it will begin again, this moment will stay. We will stay. Even if it’s the last, and only thing left the universe has to its name. We will be the stars’ last possession.
—  ap (1.22.16)
sometimes we bottle things in and we don’t understand that keeping things in, causes us more pain and suffering. we keep this dripping vile of poison on the doors of our soul, thinking that whatever it is can be held in, and doesn’t need to be addressed. but that feeling, lingers and lingers. knocking, and knocking. frustrating you, angering you, saddening you. reminding you of something that you’re not trying to revisit, or something you would rather forget. find your release, find your freedom, liberate yourself. sing, write, paint, converse, dance, find a conducive way to turn that pain into growth, and turn your clouds into sunny days. release all that poison to make way for something beautiful. you deserve happiness.
—  iambrillyant
I never liked making
homes out of people,
but some nights with
your arms around me
like walls and your
heart as warm as a
blazing fireplace
I have never felt more
safe so darling,
if this is home -
please tell me
I can stay.
—  Home // Genefe Navilon

You have to realize this:

You can’t control the people you end up loving. You can’t change their past, you can’t dictate their future, and you can never know what’s truly in their mind. You have to let them go in this sense. There are certain things you have no say over and this is one of them. It’s either they love you - or they don’t. It’s either they do right by you - or they end up hurting you. But do you know what you can control? Your self security, your self-love, your belief that whatever happens, however badly they hurt you, it is never and will never be your fault. You are more than good enough, capable enough, deserving enough to be loved for you who you are, to be treated kindly, to be made special. When you love yourself, when you know your worth - this is when you are totally, completely in control.

—  let certain things go, but never let go of you // Genefe Navilon

i. I miss you. each day that you’ve been gone has felt like a bullet hole in my chest, and whenever I try to pull it out another one takes its place. I’ve missed you so much that looking at you hurts, because all it does is bring back everything I’ve ever felt for you and suddenly I can’t breathe. so whenever you look at me and I turn away, please don’t take that as an “I hate you,” but an “I hate that I can’t look at you without dying inside.”

ii. you are beautiful. you are so lovely in your own conventional way that everyone else are flecks of brown and gray. you are wildflowers in june, the eye of a hurricane, city lights at midnight, sunlight through glass. there is nothing manufactured, nothing plastic about your eyes formed from stars and the freckled marks of the earth sprayed across your cheeks.


iii. I will never leave you. I know the last time you let me in your heart I fumbled and let it break, but please forgive me. I was blindsided and weak and I will gladly spend forever making up my mistakes to you. I have always loved you and always will, it just took me a little longer to realize. but you always knew this, and if you’re still sure then say the word and I will be too.


iv. I love you. not the kind of traditional, puppy-eyed love, but the kind that breaks down walls and can be heard from miles away. the kind that romeo and juliet died for, the kind that our grandparents live for. I love you the same way the ocean loves the shoreline, and no matter how many times I am drawn away, I will always find my way back to you.

—  all I ever wanted to hear

Are you ever sorry?“ He asked.

"For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

For some reason, that answer made him even more restless.

“What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again.

“You know I loved you so much.” He whispered.

She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

—  we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon

I remember the way he hugged me. I remember that it almost hurt, but in a good way - as if he wanted me to sink into him, keep me inside his body. I remember not breathing. I remember not needing to… because for once, somebody breathed for me, somebody lived for me. And I remember being so utterly, completely happy.

And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I hold on to anyone that followed, nobody else ever held me that way. Nobody even came close. No one else ever held me so tightly.

—  Isn’t this the saddest? // Genefe Navilon