angel voices ever singing
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via breakfastwithgargoyles)