poet // theologian // whiskey lover // loyal friend // northern beard in the southern heat.......................................Durham, NC

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50 Cities You Should See In Your Lifetime

Only been to two (lived in one though, so that has to at least double my cred).

Time to get moving…

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I found you in burlap and washed ashore

You shall be my banner

And your name shall be Love

Strapped tightly to my mast

And waving rampantly 

In these easterly waves

Crashing overhead

With crystallized traces

Dripping down eye-lashed

Cheeks and lips

Reminding me that

You will always be salt

And your name will always mean the sea.

-M. Case

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"My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart You, God, will not despise."

- Psalm 51:17 (via kvtes)
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tothecatcher:

Heavy in ineptitude’s mood
Far from always
But ever vigil of my night
This permeation space
This viscus hollow
I swallow and am denser still.
I have hardly spoke
Hardly agreed to wake
I presume my tomb
And the stone on stone eulogy
Commits me as the lid is slid
I do not dare a defiance
But empty what filled me
Because I missed my chance.

"This viscus hollow
I swallow and am denser still.”

Damn.

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I’ve been wanting to let it flow.

Time.

Feelings.

Tears.

Letters.

Poetry.

But no matter how many Deathcab songs I tuck under my heart

I still find myself lying awake at night.

-M. Case