"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Color Me Curious
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@theartofmadeline

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
KIROKAZE

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todays bird

if i look back, i am lost

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perfection.
He who has faith has an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well - even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly.
B.C. Forbes (via kvcshutterbug)
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
“The glory of the Gospel is that when the Church is absolutely different from the world, she invariably attracts it.”
Dr. Martyn Lloyd Jones (via kelseyfindingbeauty)
I want to learn how to sail. Anyone want to teach me?
To the drunks, the addicts, the perverts, the victims, the porn stars, the prostitutes, the adulterers, theives, the obese gluttons who think a waste is a terrible thing to mind, the Twilight fans, the murderers, the mommy’s boys, the losers, the freaks, the geeks, people who think wrestling is real, red necks, guys who own action figures, chain smokers, everyone who does not use a turn signal while texting and talking on the phone in their car, men who live with their mothers, women who get paid in dollar bills, dudes in dresses (seen it at Mars Hill), democrats, republicans, the guys at the gym who walk around the locker room naked singing Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer, mormons and anyone else who wears sacred under breeches, whoever is responsible for the creation and ongoing sale of men’s Lycra biking shorts… yoga instructors, witches, pot heads, meat heads, crack heads, dead heads and meth heads… people who don’t recycle, the rainbow-loving tree-hugging … lefters, and religious people who do not know what I am talking about because these subjects were not on The Little House on the Prairie or covered in their Home School co-op — I have good news for you: Jesus loves you. You’ll fit right in. And because He died for your sins, you get to repent.
Mark Driscoll, Jesus Loves Sinners (via chelsatonic)
Oh God, this is gorgeous.
(via deconstructingpianos)
Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
- Ernest Hemingway (via thatkindofwoman)
I love me some Hemingway.
I just wonder what it would do in your heart and your mind if you really believe that God delighted in you.
Matt Chandler (via kvcshutterbug)
I REPLACED ALAN’S GATORADE WITH ANTIFREEZE!
LET’S SEE IF HE NOTICES!
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Anthony Bourdain (via thatkindofwoman)
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?” He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness. The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.
Lincoln High School in Walla Walla, WA, tries new approach to school discipline — suspensions drop 85% (via mchotdog)
(via matthewdgold)
I want to be this kind of teacher.
I've never missed seeing this flag as much as I do right now. There's just something about it, that even by looking at it, makes me feel at home.
THERE AIN’T NOTHING GOOD ON TV NO MORE. FALCON CREST, THAT WAS A SHOW. KNOT’S LANDING. GOOD OLD DYNASTY.
WHAT IS THIS SHOW, EVEN? SIXTEEN AND PREGNANT? CRAP, THAT AIN’T IMPRESSIVE. I HAD FOURTEEN KIDS BY THE TIME I WAS FIVE.
BOOM.
For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark – my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions. And gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued. Then I become and exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another. I have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking – passionate curiosity and expectation. But I have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time I stumble on some wondrous thing.
Anaïs Nin
(via thatkindofwoman)