letstakeabreathhere

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"Nature is a language, can't you read?"
 







About Me.

Well, I'm never really very good at these things. I always end up getting muddled trying to write them. I never know quite what to say.
My name is Holly. I don't think any of you would care to know my last name, as it's rather an unimportant bit of information. I'm 13 and I live in a tiny state called Rhode Island. The Canadians think it's a city.
I like writing, I guess. Almost as much as I like being unconscious, but not quite as much. 
I like dopamine. That happy chemical your brain mixes up. I like it a lot. My brain produces a lot of it.
I like dreaming. I think dreams are the most fantastic feat the human mind has yet achieved.
I think I like nature more than I like most human beings. I don't know, trees don't bend down when I'm thinking and tell me stop thinking the way I do.
Talkto me. I don't usually bite.





When you forget to focus on just one certain aspect, and learn to acknowledge all, the world becomes a symphony. One does not pay attention to only a single instrument in an orchestra, do they? So it is for nature and all else. You could struggle to hear one instrument, or you could step back and allow them to blend.

Quotes by letstakeabreathhere

All We Are Saying
Is Give Peace A Chance

Ask me if you need advice or anything. I'll try and say the right things.

There is not white in where the shadows flow

Ebbing at stretched sanity and returning

To the filthy pit from whence they have come

There is not one such place that they cannot reach

Coiled fingers licking at the edges of reality

No rest is sought from the grasp of night

All matter slowly leaking from it’s clasped claws

Nothing escapes, nothing dares to hide itself away

Swift but painful, live is drained from all that gasps

Lungs collapsing as blood trickles scarlet soft

It beckons from the corners of the Earth

Draws near to the ones who have sought their demise

And the cycle continues

Understand, ladies and gentlemen,

 

that every dream and spoken word you have will be found wrong by someone, they will try to change you. Speak louder, dream bolder. Do these things with the biggest smile on your face. Don’t allow yourself to become censored.


"Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn’t argue with that; I’m right and will be proved right. We’re more popular than Jesus now; I don’t know which will go first - rock and roll or Christianity."

-John Lennon
Listen to me.

You. Are. A. Human. Being.

Your mind is powerful enough to the point where at this very moment, whether you realize it or not, it is reading, processing and comprehending all that I am saying.

Reach out and touch something. Grab your arm, the edge of the keyboard. The top of the screen, your mouse. 

Move your hand, roll it over so you can see your palm. Pay attention to the way your bones move, the way your muscles flex and stretch.

You are an intricate, enigmatic organism with an astounding comprehension.

Look out the window. Look at the hues you’re able to observe.

You have a lovely, powerful mind.

Do not waste it. 

"In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence
of perpetual solitary confinement."

-Aldous Huxley