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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@joyfulflower
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Dancing through life āØ
āSo I will praise You on the mountain
And I will praise You when the mountain's in my way
You're the summit where my feet are
So I will praise You in the valleys all the same
No less God within the shadows
No less faithful when the night leads me astray
You're the heaven where my heart is
In the highlands and the heartache all the sameā
Friendship, for Jinn and I, is basically a matter of choice. Everyday we are confronted with the choice of whether or not we are to sustain a living connection even if weāre miles apart. Weāre friends not because we live in the same town orĀ because weāre classmates, nor it is because we have all the common characteristics and beliefs in life. Weāre friends because we chose to be friends. We chose to embrace both the difficulty of distance and the value and beauty of a God-preserved friendship. We chose to perpetually take care of each other through prayers and constant reminders. For me, friendship is like tending to a fragile plant. Forget to water it and it will die. How do we sustain it, then? Well, because weāre hipsters, we do snail mails and occasional visits (which, sadly, nowadays is rare) and cheesy posts such as this. Love you, Jinnbug!Ā And yep, hereās a pile of letters sheād sent me from 2008 to present. She was the one who sent me the first mail thatās why it is a wonder for me why I was the one considered the clingy-er and the hipster-er. :)))
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Love me when I least deserve it, because thatās when I really need it.
Swedish Proverb (via quotemadness)
He joys in what he ought to mourn for, and mourns for what he should rejoice in; glories in his shame, and is ashamed of his glory; abhors what he should desire, and desires what he should abhor.
T Boston, Fourfold State
Plenty of people know you to be the cheery one, With the strong personality and leadership ability, And despite living above average, youāre clothed with humility, And somehow made a way to reach me.
Our friendship is not smooth-sailing, Like that friendship thought we loved to quote, It is tried by the timeās tempest, And the battering of distance.
Youāve made new friends and I made mine, We knew how that made us feel, Am I not enough? Am I still needed?
But we must not ask for too much, Nor should we expect too much, Because big girls must act maturely in every way, And so we did not own our feelings like we should.
Weāve drifted far apart for many matters, The pang of being away, The time and medium taken for granted, And the stories left untold.
But we wonāt admit it, Because our friendship is strong, And weāve gone too far to back out now, And because weāre big girls now, so we should just try to understand.
Blant conversations, Frigid helloās, Unexpressed jealousy, But again, we are big girls already, right?
Then the tempest came unexpectedly, But know that I do not rejoice for it, Because I bore it like itās mine, And that I also wept and prayed.
God knows how my heart ached, For the tears I could not wipe, For the shaking shoulders I could not hold, For just not being there physically.
But I see His purpose now, How in tears we become strong, How that in loss we discover more, How love exudes wisdom.
I knew you could do it from day one, But I thank God for the opportunity To see you in your most vulnerable state, For then I felt wanted and needed, and loved most.
I wonāt ever get tired telling you That I love you now more than ever. And that I miss you
Every
Single
Day.
And I love how our hugs are tighter and longer now, How our thoughts and words run freely, And how your smell lingers and evokes memory, And how our affections shown confidently, Like they should always be.
I may be a married woman now, And perhaps we didnāt see this coming, But know that youāll always be my best friend, My Naomi, My Jonathan, My Paul,
My infinity.
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I couldn't run from His presence. I couldn't run from His arms.
I am thine, and all that I have.
1 King 20:4b
If a plan doesnāt work out, change the plan but never the goal.
Restoring Life Into Worn Tools with @bali_ayu
Check out more of Makiās collection of vintage items by following @bali_ayu on Instagram.
(This interview was conducted in Japanese.)
Maki Yamamoto (@bali_ayu) starts every morning with a photo shoot starring vintage items. This daily ritual is a warmup exercise for the graphic designer from Osaka, Japan, to get her mind geared up for work. āThings that have been worn out with time and damage carry a lot of history and love of the people who used them,ā Maki says. Her father, who was a repair worker, inspired her love of antiques. āI have a growing fondness for his old tools and wanted to do something with them,ā Maki reflects. Her flat-spread arrangements of worn utensils and aged keepsakes restore life into items which once served their owners well. āIād be happy if people find something interesting in any of these objects, and feel good about that moment of discovery.ā
Stop and smell the roses.
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