// we're broken people //

guys.

GUYS.

I WENT TO A TWENTY ONE PILOTS CONCERT.

I SAW THEM LIVE.

HECK YEAH

       

it was everything i could have asked for.

they sang more songs than i thought possible to fit into a concert

   

and both of them were on the crowd at certain points.

yes literally. 

tyler (lead singer, to the left) was being held up be the hands of the fans.

keeping his balance, he sang while standing up there.

josh (drummer, to the right) was standing with his drums,

on a platform that was also held by the screaming fans.

his drumming was deafening.

and incredible.

it took two hours for them to finally get on stage.

we went through two opening bands, 

and an hour worth of stage setting up and tearing down.

i worried my way through those two hours, 

trying to find a better place to see,

complaining about the tall people in front of me,

and telling the girl beside me i wished i could wear heels to see better.

it was hot and suffocating, and the adrenaline rushes i got during those hours of waiting,

both in line and the crowd, were exhausting and exhilarating. 

tyler and josh were incredible. 

being just two of them, they know how to put on a show.

they involved the crowd in the songs,

and cared for their well being.

it was such a small venue that with the heat and pressing bodies,

we had a couple people pass out. 

the first time someone did,

 tyler stopped the show to make sure she was alright.

and at the end, after their encore, confetti, and drum off, 

they stood their bowing and,

if my eyes didn't deceive me,

crying.

my favorite line, that they say at every show,

that proves the heart of their band,

is the one they say before they leave the stage

for the last time:

we're twenty one pilots and so are you.

it's an experience i'll never forget,

memories that will last me a lifetime.

-eva

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this wasn't the concert i was at but who cares

down in the forest, we''ll sing a chorus,
singing songs that nobody wrote.
-forest | twenty one pilots // via

// breathe out //

i whisper into the darkness.

the hot air parting as the words escape my lips.

i don't know what i whispered 

or why i did;

but it was dark and my hands looked like inky ghosts.

waiting for the words that i spoke.

maybe it was a prayer.

or a wish.

or perhaps a plea for help.

my eyes squeeze shut with force,

the inky ghosts form a fist.

{i do not think it was a wish}

the lips purse,

preventing further words to be murmured.

i find my fingers creating strange shapes 

in the darkness,

its like the ghosts are dancing.

an agitated, anxious dance.

tripping over each other,

tangled in the strange midnight air. 

i do not know what i think, 

what i see, 

it is all blurry,

tossing, 

turning,

is it a prayer?

a plea for help?

or is it both?

the syllables float above me,

hovering, 

waiting, 

the ghosts over take them,

the darkness swallows them,

and they're gone.

_

what did i whisper?

i guess we'll never know.

<3 eva

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"and the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

-philippians 4:7 // via

// the ninth hour //

when we talk about the specific details of Christ's death,

we often talk about the pain that he endured.
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the pain as every limb in his human body was torn 

and dislocated.

as he pushed himself up off the nails in his ankles

to breath.

as liquid filled his lungs,

blocking the flow of oxygen. 

as hours wore on and he slowly suffocated 

every nerve and limb in his body on fire with 

pain beyond comprehension. 

and even as i write these words i know:

these descriptions don't even come close 

to describing what it really was.

but.

what of the other pain?

this Son of God bore every sin

ever committed

on Himself.

when this happened,

God turned away,

unable to look upon the sin

His Son wore.

and because of this Jesus cried out:

"My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?"

this strikes me as agony.

agony at having to endure God's wrath.

and its because of this that i think,

we can cannot comprehend the physical pain,

but imagine how much worse the

mental pain

was.

<3 eva
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"he is the saving grace of the galaxies"
unknown // via pinterest