the brightest kind of flame

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.

—Thich Nhat Hanh   (via thelittlephilosopher)

(Source: grayowljsv, via thelittlephilosopher)

Papa died while my girl
Lady Edith was born
Both heads fell like
Eyes on a crack in the door

Sodom, South Georgia lyric by Iron and Wine 

Right now, my life is the album Our Endless Number Days. The resignation and wonderment the speaker grapples with throughout the album and realizes in the song Sodom, South Georgia perfectly reflects my current posture towards my own faith. I don’t know where I would be if Sam Beam hadn’t created this. Thank you, sir.