It's all too much; it's never enough // Part 11
August 3rd, 2022

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It's all too much; it's never enough // Part 11
August 3rd, 2022
On the confounding joy of being // Part 8
-April 11th, 2022
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up
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“If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.”
— Paulo Coelho
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of a Library.” -Jorge Luis Borges ♡
Henrik Kleppe Worm-Müller “Memories 3” 2019 Acrylic on canvas 50x60 cm.
Mary Magdalene as a Hermit (detail) Francesco Hayez 1833
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Looks like that lick on Callahan was the closet Marchand got to the taste of victory
“We all grew up and did things we said we’d never do.”
— A 12 word autobiography (via syntacked)
I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire (via wordsnquotes)
There was a little girl in church, about 5, and her parents obviously let her get dressed herself that day because she came waddling in with the puffiest coat on in the summer in North Carolina. She comes and sits in the pew in front of us. 15 minutes into mass she turns around and hands my husand an orange. Her parents are mortified.
“Savannah not again!” They scold! (Again kills me)
They appologize and she turns back around. A few moments later she goes to hand me an orange but her parents grab it from her before she can.
Savannah is determined. She reaches her tiny fists into her puffy coat and pulls out two more ornages. She begins to distribute them. Her parents are now beat red and in shock. There is no stopping small Savannah now.
This small child proceeds to laugh a laugh I can only call maniacal (in a Catholic church) unzip the inner line of her coat and releases what had to have been 20-30 of those little kid oranges into the pews.
WE EAT Savannah yells cackeling
The priest can no longer contain his glee
The entire church is dying with laughter
She felt like Jesus on the moutian with the baskets of fish that day I’m sure.
Children are amazing.
I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire (via wordsnquotes)