"Is this who we are
or are we made up of more,
more than this little?"
"No one has ever become poor by giving."
— Anne Frank (via wordpainting)
The metal cold and the glass broken; the wood old and splintered, throwing slivers like quills. Look and see, life explodes despite it. Between the broken and the rusted, the shattered and the fractured, life. We are this, always this, and nothing can stop us from finding the light through the rubble. Watch us grow.