We thought You’d come, with a crown of gold
A string of pearls, and a cashmere robe
We thought You’d clinch an iron fist
And rain like fire on politics
But without a sword, no armoured guard
But common born, in mother’s arms
The government now rests upon
The shoulders of this baby son
/ / /
Christ the Lord
We’ve longed for You
Love. I think she sets a mean table. She cooks a raging turkey. I think she delivers a pretty sizable spread. But she demands the things that we are so stingy to give within a life that has monopolized us with shame & guilt.
When you sit at the table that Love sets, you let things go. You let old battles die. You roll up your sleeves and you release the anger you’ve harbored inside. It breaks her own heart to see you so bitter. You take down your flags of white surrender.
You admit that you’ve been wrong. You let her heal the parts of you that you swore were not so relevant. You stay open. You stop trying.
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
Mumford & Sons - Through the Dark (featuring One Direction)
Rhythm guitar, tambourine beat, and lyrics containing cliched symbolism by Marcus Mumford.
Vocals contributed by One Direction.
Who in fiction are you?
I AM HERMIONE! WHERE ARE THE HOUSE ELVES
Elizabeth Bennet! Yes!
DO YOU EVER GET REALLY FRUSTRATED BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT IN A DISNEY PARK DOING DISNEY THINGS BECAUSE THAT’S PRECISELY HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW
Oh that’s a good one. Hmm. I think I’d like to keep my favorite pens from running out of ink. It’s hard to find a good pen. ;) Is that good?