you called me out upon the water

// Oceans, Zion, Hillsong United. //

“This is what the Lord says—
    your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel:
“I am the Lord your God,
    who teaches you what is good for you
    and leads you along the paths you should follow.”

~ Isaiah 48:17 {NLT}

Hold out your hands and let me lay upon them a sheet of freshly picked sweetgrass, loose and flowing, like newly washed hair. Hold the bundle up to your nose. Find the fragrance of honey vanilla over the scent of river water and black earth and you understand it’s scientific name: Hierochloe odorata, meaning the fragrant holy grass. In Ojibwe it is called wiingaashk, the sweet-smelling hair of Mother Earth.

Will you hold the end of the bundle while I braid? Hands joined by grass, can we bend our heads together and make a braid to honor the earth? And then I’ll hold it for you while you braid, too.

—  Robin Wall Kimmerer in her book Braiding Sweetgrass

You are Anankos’s grey waves
Destined to kneel before him forever on your knees
Yet your memories never fade
Pushing at you
So that you will remember one day

Embrace the dark
That calls you it’s home
Gaze upon an empty white throne
A legacy of pain
A familiar cry

Sing with me a song of vengeance and loss
Will you kill me for your own ‘just’ cause?
Dawn will never break through
I am lost, yet
I’m stronger than I look

You are Anankos’s lost waves
Destined to drift
Forever gone, with your shore just out of reach
Yet the waters ever change
So just maybe
You’ll find your way out of this maze

In the white light
A song comes through
Will it be able to reach you?
Or are you beyond hope
Just waiting to fade away?

Sing with me a song of nightmares and blood
My head hurts, but I have to fight on
Within my hurt heart dwells
Madness and pride
Can no one hear my cry?

The path you walk on
Leads to nowhere
But your demise
All of your pain and sorrow
Just forget it all
Forget it all

I only wanted their attention
Their time
If I die, will my heart
Finally cease to beat?
Will it?

A burdened heart
Sinks into the ground
Yet, it still doesn’t make one single sound
Not day nor night
Wrong nor right
For eternal peace you fight

Sing with me one last time
For light’s sacrifice
Endless dawn came but not without a price
Lost in the waves
I sink down
But that’s all right now
Because I remember you

I am the ocean’s grey waves
Destined to seek life beyond
The shores just out of reach
I am finally home
Free from my pain
And no longer all alone

You are the ocean’s grey waves

It’s okay to give up sometimes. 

If a project weighs on your mind heavier than the books on your back, pressing down until you can’t lift your head out of bed; if the graphs and charts and lectures slip through your brain like water and you know that if you try to read that page one more time, the ink of those words will make you blind; if the pressures of perfection or even ‘just passing’ forces you to your knees and chokes up your lungs until you can’t breathe–it’s okay. 
It’s okay to give up. 

If the people in your life bring you pain where pleasure once stood and you dread the messages upon messages upon messages upon please stop calling me; if you can’t remember the last time they made you smile and even the ‘good times’ are beginning to blur at the edges because of all the tears you’ve shed; if you hide and avoid and try to make yourself smaller because they’re already consuming too much of you–it’s okay. 
It’s okay to give up. 

If the dream you would’ve once bled to make a reality crumbles in your hands until you’re scrambling to build a palace out of the ash at your feet; if you stand there with your arms raised, scars bared, and can’t remember why you wanted to fight for this in the first place; if you struggle and scrape and scrounge and scream and not even your own echo will answer you–it’s okay.
It’s okay to give up. 

Just don’t give up on yourself. 

1/2 Save Me, Call Me Baby

Title: Save Me, Call Me Baby by winezarry

Pairing: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles

Word Count: 19670

Chapter: ½

Tags: Alternate Universe, Fake/Pretend Relationship, i forgot about niall…, Past Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, but it’s so minor that it’s only mentioned, Blow Jobs, Bottom Harry, Recreational Drug Use

Summary:

“Your boy’s passed out,” Louis says upon entering the kitchen. He’s got a smug smile on his face, arms folded across his scrawny chest.
“Kay,” Zayn shrugs, pouring two glasses of water.
“Come on, Zaynie. What was that back there?”
Zayn doesn’t even protest the God-awful nickname. “Nothing, just. We talked about that.” His shoulders tense automatically. They hadn’treally, but boundaries do exist. Which clearly, Harry has no problem invading. God, Zayn doesn’t even like him, doesn’t even know why Harry agreed to pretend to be Zayn’s boyfriend for the week.
“Talked about him wanting to fuck in front of others?” Louis laughs a bit in disbelief.
“S’different with him,” Zayn defends.
“Well yeah, he’s your boyfriend. If you don’t like him as much as he likes you, tell him.”

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Alright guys, Shigure has now sang the 4th and final verse of the song! So now it’s time to have the lyrics written down so all of us can sing along to the beautiful song!

You are the ocean’s gray waves, destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb


In the white light, and hand reaches through

A double-edged blade cuts your heart in two

Waking dreams fade away 

Embrace the brand new day

Sing with me a song of birthrights and love

The light scatters to the sky above 

Dawn breaks through the gloom, white as a bone

Lost in thoughts all alone


You are the ocean’s gray waves destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb


Embrace the dark you call a home,

Gaze upon an empty white throne

A legacy of lies, 

A familiar disguise

Sing with me a song of conquest and fate

The black pillar cracks beneath its weight

Night breaks through the day, hard as a stone

Lost in thoughts all alone


The path you walk on belongs to destiny, so let it flow

All of your joy and your pain will fall like the tide, let it flow


Life is not just filled with happiness, nor sorrow

Even the thorn in your heart, in time it may become a rose


A burdened heart sinks into the ground

A veil falls away without a sound

Not day nor night, wrong nor right

For truth and peace you fight

Sing with me a song of silence and blood

The rain falls, but can’t wash away the mud

Within my ancient heart dwells madness and pride

Can no one hear my cry?


You are the ocean’s gray waves, destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb


In endless dreams, countless realms collide

Hope falls only to rise like the changing tides

But all dreams come to an end

Just whispers on the wind

Sing with me a song one last time, for light’s sacrifice

Endless dawn came but not without a price

Lost in the waves there glimmers,a pale blue stone

I think of you all alone


You are the ocean’s gray waves, destined to seek

Life beyond the shore just out of reach

Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time

The path is yours to climb

You are the ocean’s gray waves

You come into the kitchen
and start making coffee.
I want to put my fingers on everything you touch:
the teaspoon, the kettle, the foil bag.

You come into the kitchen and I am three days of trying to figure out how to tell you.
I am throat open for you.
I have a heart that is ten thousand miles wide,
and I would have built cities in it for you,
called all the roads by your name.

You come into the kitchen, you pour me a glass of water,
you make me breakfast
and you, you are countries so large that I forget their names.
You are circles upon circles all beginning and ending in your palms,
and I wish just one of them would begin in me and end in you.
But I can barely touch my food,
I am ravenous, I am lion hearted but I cannot
hunt for myself.

I am three days of I love you being stuck to the roof of my mouth.
But I am also three days of knowing that these sheets smell like her.
I am three days of knowing that in another three days
she will return and I will be gone.

—  Lucia Akard, Three days