#arc

See yourself the way I see you. Feel the way my hands touch you, think about the way I look at you. I see all of you, Thomas. You think I don't, but I do. Hide it, don't hide it, I know all of it, feel all of it. You're mine. Just let go. Let go and see it. I always have. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

Who the hell is that?! Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#romance #sarcasm #nature

Oh, for Christ's sake. Nothing is going to make your boy straight, Elaine. I didn't drag him into anything. But you're absolutely right. This is a battle for his soul, and while you may think I'm Lucifer, you sure as hell aren't God. This isn't about you or me. It's about the gift that defines his soul more than you or I will ever hope to do. If he doesn't have that for himself, neither of us will have anything. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

Then give me your pain, Master. I can bear it as long as I know your lips will touch every mark when you're done, signing it as your work. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

At least she (Thomas' mom) knows what she wants is dead. What I want just refuses to be with me. Maybe I should compare notes with her on what's worse, for I swear to God sometimes I think if you were dead this would hurt less. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

That's when I got it. The rough canvas. God paints our bodies over that, over our heart and soul. It's the eyes that tell us what we're really seeing, what's underneath. So all I painted in the picture were greens. Patterns, random slashes, shapes over shapes, shadows, emotions, it's all there. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

Thomas stood in the manacles, vibrating , overwhelmed with words he couldn't say. Didn't know if he knew how to say them, because they contained all the heartbreak of the world mixed with it's ephemeral joy. Waking to the aroma of breakfast when he was eight. Feeling the heat of the setting sun on his skin while falling asleep on Kate's back at ten. Turning and seeing Marcus for the very first time. Moments too powerful to be contained by the human heart and therefore having a peculiar way of making the soul hurt, as if there was something to mourn in the midst of the happiness. As if happiness itself couldn't exist without shadows to define it... ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #nature

You're presence here has caused a fresh buzz amoung the young women. You need to find one who suits you before you're too old. ↗

— Cindy Woodsmall

#relationship

In truth search can no more be considered independent of the Web than the Web can work without search. This symbiotic relationship brings forth all sorts of issues because it becomes part of a traditional push and pull where the Web, represented by those who actively work in it, wants to push all the wrong things, while search wants to pull in everything. ↗

— David Amerland

#google-semantic-search #semantic-search #the-semantic-web #relationship

I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#awkward #christmas #conversation #dead-air #march-