• be your own hero
• batman bat
• i contain multitudes
• live anyway http://lila-zacharov.tumblr.com/post/31965998722
• It is untrue that bravery can be measured by a lack of fear. It takes guts to tremble. It takes tremble to love. Andrea Gibson
• DFTBA plus a star
• parabatai rune w/dals
• hope (foot)
• to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed
• tree
• drawing of books or pooh
• last verse of "stopping by woods on a snowy evening" (MAYBE)
• love (other foot), fearless rune, "all you need is love" lyrics (MAYBE)
• "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." - Albert Camus
• small font, in the form on an open book (like http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsmds7kIHc1qbq5yao1_500.jpg

) --> “This was the world in which she grew and he aged. They made for themselves a sanctuary from Trachimbrod, a habitat completely unlike the rest of the world. No hateful words were ever spoken, and no hands raised. More than that, no angry words were ever spoken, and nothing was denied. //But more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that it can be this way, it doesn’t have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world//, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.” (Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer)

• same as before (book form, small font)--> “Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. //When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours.// Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.”//