nhixxie (23) (wpg,canada) /

Breathe.

You, who takes oxygen from the universe,
and gives back carbon dioxide in return.

You, who basks in sunshine at seven in the morning,
and solidifies your bones with it.

You, whose parts are organs and tissues and cells and elements and molecules and stars.

One day, you will return the dust you’ve borrowed from this old, old universe.

But until then,
Breathe.

You are a piece of this moving everything.

And everything is not everything without you.”
Hi Nhixxie! You seem like an amazing person filled with creativity and talent. And seriously, you have been an inspiration to me in so, so many ways. What is the biggest source of inspiration for you? Thanks for reading and answering my question! Hope you have a great day and enjoy the weekend :)
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Hi sweetie! Thank you so much for those kind words. I’m happy to have contributed positively to you.

Sometimes the most poetic things come from the things you unintentionally ignore. It’s an overused, cliche saying, but here it is: inspiration is everywhere. It’s going to be in the pattern of your school walkway. It’s going to be scribbled on the walls of a bathroom stall. It’s going to be in that one word in that one second of that one song—and the realization of how much it could possible be outside the brevity of it.

Squint your eyes and strain your ears and touch things. You’ll find it everywhere. :)

What are some pieces of advice you wish you could tell your younger self now?
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  1. It’s okay to be you. You’re okay. You’re never going to fit in with that one group of people because you’re not like them and that’s okay. Don’t watch other people and do what they do. Don’t wish you talked differently, or laughed differently, or looked differently. That’s okay. You’re okay.
  2. You’re gonna use big words when you speak to people. You’re gonna talk a tad bit too loud. You’re gonna move your hands around in gesticulation. Don’t change that. Ignore that one teacher who told you to keep your hands by your sides.
  3. It isn’t a bad day unless you think it is. The glass is not half empty as much as it is half full; an A is always going to be disappointing as long as you compare it to that one student’s A plus. Stop. Look at yourself and yourself only. You’re amazing.
  4. Breathe.
  5. You’re gonna do great, kid.
Hi. I keep hearing that Coldplay song "Sky Full of Stars" on the radio and it always reminds of Ad Astra. Thank you for such a wonderful story <3
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Thank YOU for this wonderful message ; U ;

'Til The Sirens Sound v.2: An Alternative 9.23 Coda

dtkrushnics:

When Catholicism was young, when it was finding its footing as a newborn fawn learns to stand, Castiel would come to Earth. He would stand in the shadows of a barn or a home, listening in as persecuted crypto-Christians practiced in secret, spoke their vows, looking fervently over their shoulders. They exchanged faith in Latin, touching their hands to their foreheads in seek of guidance. And, occasionally, they would sing. They would recite hymns in low voices, off-key and afraid but together, in one voice, in communion.

At the door, Castiel would turn Roman soldiers from their meeting, deafen their ears so they would not suspect. All while listening to the psalms, closing his eyes against the melodies, struck in an area he never knew quite how to name. While the candles flickered and night fell across towns steeped in secret devotions, Castiel listened to hymns. Oh, how they filled him with being. Oh, how they tapped at the stone in which he had been built to be encased, how they could softly breathe on him and melt it all away. How beautiful the songs were, and how beautiful the hope the songs elicited on the practitioners’ faces.

There is a song on the wind tonight. Castiel hears it, as his car’s tires burn the asphalt of the road back to Lebanon. He hears it, whistling against the grill, humming through the engine and out the exhaust pipe. He sees the lines imprinted stark white against the otherwise empty night sky, rolling through like credits, and the sound of them should fill him with that wonder again, with that awe.

But this hymn just sounds like an elegy. It sounds like a funeral song.

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caswitch:

happy anniversary dean and castiel 

Breathe.

You, who takes oxygen from the universe,
and gives back carbon dioxide in return.

You, who basks in sunshine at seven in the morning,
and solidifies your bones with it.

You, whose parts are organs and tissues and cells and elements and molecules and stars.

One day, you will return the dust you’ve borrowed from this old, old universe.

But until then,
Breathe.

You are a piece of this moving everything.

And everything is not everything without you.”

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

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