Text 24 Mar 354,307 notes

good-daysunshine:

Things that say a lot about people:

  • the way which they treat the waiter/waitress
  • how they feel about the weather
  • whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books 
  • fingernails 
  • and hands in general
  • their preferred creative outlet
  • how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone
  • whether or not they drink coffee
  • if they ever forget to eat
  • how honest they are with themselves (and others)
  • if they correct your grammar
  • how they treat their parents 

Truth.

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Quote 13 Mar 8,830 notes
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
— Agatha Christie  (via ambling)

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Text 21 Feb 2 notes Pieces of Grass

Memories flash in my mind like lightning bolts across the sky.

We were laughing and screaming, rolling down that grassy hill,

And somehow, we’d always roll into each others’ arms.

My breath would escape me whenever I looked into your eyes,

But when we’d kiss, I’d breathe anew.

.

Come back to me, young lover!

Come back to the field where our love was born!

I have lost sleep for want of your embrace.

I have lost appetite for want of your touch.

I want nothing more than

the love you give,

the kisses you shower,

and pieces of grass forever in my hair.

Quote 14 Feb 1,281 notes
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
— Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via 4mbivalent)
Photo 9 Feb 33,915 notes Sometimes I see pictures like this and just want to write a poem.  I can feel the thoughts and the emotions building inside of me, while I wait for them to rise to my mind and become words.

Sometimes I see pictures like this and just want to write a poem.  I can feel the thoughts and the emotions building inside of me, while I wait for them to rise to my mind and become words.

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Photo 9 Feb 22,318 notes
Text 5 Feb 1 note

Is life a series of problems to be solved or simply a collection of events to be experienced?

Photo 2 Jan 1 note The letter is the Arabic letter called “wow.”

The letter is the Arabic letter called “wow.”

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Photo 29 Dec 28 notes les miserables <3

les miserables <3

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Photo 29 Dec 1,321 notes obliteratedheart:

— Stephen Elliott, The Adderall Diaries

obliteratedheart:

— Stephen Elliott, The Adderall Diaries

Photo 29 Dec 1,935 notes

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Text 18 Dec 2 notes Overcome

“In all these things we are more than conquerers through Him who loved us.” -Romans 8:37

Having struggles doesn’t mean that we haven’t overcome them.  We may feel like we have failed or that we have missed the mark due to the hardships that never seem to go away, but many times, our struggles actually bring us closer to our Redeemer and help us to see life in the way He sees it.  We are more than conquerers, not only through Him, but through His love.  This love is stronger than troubles, hardship, persecution, famine, nakedness, and sword.  His love is stronger than death, even the death that separates us from the Creator of all things.  Because of this love, we have been brought near.  Because of this love, we have overcome.

Photo 18 Dec 70 notes brand new&lt;3

brand new<3

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Text 13 Dec 3 notes Real Love

I talked to my Mom on the phone today.

We talked for 26 minutes and 46 seconds, and, man, was it wonderful.

Ever since that time when I made a timeline of my life in high school, I try to think what my life would have been without her.  Would I be the same person?  Sure, my name would still be Susan and I would have thick, brown hair, but would I think the same, talk the same, and understand the world in the same way?

My life has been drastically different ever since she chose to be my Mom.  And I’m not talking about the kind of choice like she chose to have sex and whoop! there I am.

No, she met me, interacted with me, and saw me at the most vulnerable and transparent time in my life.  She looked at me and said, “You are now my child, and I am now your Mom.  I will love you as if you were my own flesh and blood.”

I hope to one day love someone in the same selfless and sacrificial way.  What a beautiful picture of Christ my Mom is.


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