I am 8 books away from reaching my goal of reading 50 books this year... tell me it's not impossible to finish 8 books AND be a human being for the next 8 days...
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trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
AnasAbdin
Mike Driver
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

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@alonelysparrow
I am 8 books away from reaching my goal of reading 50 books this year... tell me it's not impossible to finish 8 books AND be a human being for the next 8 days...
This is who I want to be in the world. This is who I think we are supposed to be, people who help call forth human beings from deep inside hopelessness.
Anne Lamott, Stiches
Embrace life today; every ridiculous bit - smile at a neighbor, buy a stranger's coffee, open your heart even if it feels like opening a vein, take time for a dance party to your favorite tune, do something you've been waiting to do "someday", roll your windows down and belt to the radio even if you're at a red light, and lend your favorite book or movie without expecting it back. Be goofy, be courageous, and be real today. Be sunshine - even if it's just for you.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
Viktor E. Frankl (via nosocomialinfections)
And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
Philippians 1:6 (via borntomakeanimpact)
who is Jesus to you?
If you don't feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great.
John Piper
For #mancrushmonday, I have a crush on Jim Elliot’s thoughts and words.
When you can’t change the direction of the wind – adjust your sails.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Good News
Amen.
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
E. Y. Harburg (via coffeepains)
Good Things About Today:
Jesus is so good. Always. He met a need today before I realized it.
An abundance of coffee.
My students rock my socks off with how brilliant and wonderful they are. I'm so glad each one of them exists.
The Les Mis soundtrack. Why did you ruin Stars, Russell?
Fantastic episode of Doctor Who
And your day, friends? I'd love to know!
“Since you are precious and special in my sight, and I love you, I will hand over people in your place of you, nations in place of your life. Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.”
God (Isaiah 43)
He cares deeply. (via thebeeble)
What I'm Reading:
City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare I was so angry at the ending of the first one I had to keep reading. Anyone else reading this series?
The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson This lady gets me. Ya'know?
You can find me on goodreads here. What are you reading? Let's chat!
Sometimes the biggest act of courage is a small one.
Lauren Raffo (via kari-shma)
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea, Yet never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.