Beneath the Tree

"I sought the Lord and he answered me; He delivered me from all my fears." Psalm 34:4 24. Figuring it out.

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Eva Kosmas Flores | @evakosmasflores

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Angel bb

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If you want I could tell the truth That this life takes its toll on you That I spend nights stitching up the loose threads of my soul And in the mornings I’m bullet proof

Noah Kahan, Young Blood

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I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

Mhairi McFarlane (via r2--d2)

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puppy kisses, muah muah! (at Lee Park & Arlington Hall Conservancy)

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Park & Oak Design

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You’re a coward with a lion’s roar. I was wrong, so wrong about you.

Sade Andria Zabala (via thelovejournals)

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I’ve never been one for stormy weather But all of these clouds are coming close I know that you and I should probably run for cover But let’s just wait it out and see where it goes

I need to head back to West Virginia Down to the place my dad was born Because I’ve been forgetting what he told me Don’t lose your footing on this road

When I was young, the sun was shining bright as ever But I never looked up to see where the light was from Oh, now it feels like the sun is setting Now I’m looking up just to see where the light has gone

I need to head back to California Down to the place my mom was born Because I’ve been forgetting what she told me Son, don’t lose sight of the Lord

Now I’m sitting here in Texas Sitting here looking up at the moon And I know that I’ve been forgetting That the sun is coming up soon

-WW

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@joelzandstra brings the bar to you

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Lenny Kravitz Completes Interiors at Andre Kikoski’s 75 Kenmare

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Abbiamo bisogno di contadini, di poeti, gente che sa fare il pane, che ama gli alberi e riconosce il vento. Più che l'anno della crescita, ci vorrebbe l'anno dell'attenzione. Attenzione a chi cade, al sole che nasce e che muore, ai ragazzi che crescono, attenzione anche a un semplice lampione, a un muro scrostato. Oggi essere rivoluzionari significa togliere più che aggiungere, rallentare più che accelerare, significa dare valore al silenzio, alla luce, alla fragilità, alla dolcezza.

— Franco Arminio, poesia tratta da Cedi la strada agli alberi. Poesie d'amore e di terra