—Pema Chödrön
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

blake kathryn
NASA
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle
taylor price
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Sade Olutola
ojovivo

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@harryrrules
—Pema Chödrön
“Well I’ll give you a new name.”
It seems that as I grow older I becomes more yearnful for things that no longer exist; people and places I can only revisit in dreams. But in spite of this I still pretty happy. Happy that I'm the very least I am not on fire.
Wiretap 603
“If Maurice Chevalier were here today he’d take us all by the hand and say, ‘Enjoy it while you can! For me, it is the twilight. But for you, it is the morning.’”
we have fun
The new Stop Podcasting Yourself promo is making a lot of people think.
Sometimes I get drunk and call in to my favorite podcast, Stop Podcasting Yourself.
1-800-HOTLINEBLING
Joseph Looney by Ollie Gilbert
The body decomposes on its legs, the meat it rots from inwards, corroded by the Spirit. God is a seizure that life-long shakes the bones from their joints, the thoughts from your skull, the breath from your lungs. Be not afraid but be not welcoming to God, He will make His home in you no matter what your will or offer, so spend not your time a-wondering whether God will keep you safe. I’ve called to God already and you will see his wondrous ‘rrival, I’ve called to him, no one need call to him any longer. I’ve seen a sign of bubbling, of garish waste and plenty, He’s swingin’ on his way.
ready?
His name was Joseph Looney, he lived in peace and love until it pleased the lord, in glory, to carry him above.