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"We like the mentality of the way men dress. It's that thing about having a few very special investment pieces that you can wear all the time and build upon."
How fab are they?!
source article: Sisters of the Divine
Gatsby.
Because I love realness
Because I love rawness
Because I love sobriety
Because I love recovery
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
-Maya Angelou-
This lovely lady was born on May 4, 1929. Audrey Hepburn ladies and gentlemen. Timeless style and class.
JETTA THOUGHTS
This beat up, battered, awesome car has been with me through so much!
For 7 years.
A representation of my life.
From chronic drunk driving to sobriety and Jesus.
Through all the trials and changes.
From driving to bars every night, to driving to recovery meetings each week.
From enrollment to graduation.
From lost to found.
We have seen a lot!
When it's hot enough in the summer you can still smell the cigarettes of a life time past.
I'm going to miss this thing!
I'll never forget the sound of the gun shots when I open my door!
(Y'all know what I'm talking about!)
SHOUT OUT TO MY JETTA YOU GUYS. It's time to say goodbye!
little thoughts
I went run/walking at Town Lake yesterday IN THE RAIN and it was AWESOME.
FREEDOMM.
I want to live my life like that.
Running in the rain.
Dancing in freedom.
One of my favorite things in the whole world ever
Little Thoughts
Love little trips down memory lane.
Love inspiration and creative people.
Love cowgirl boots. Want some.
Love that the little birds flew south for the winter.
Love genuineness.
Love being yourself.
Love all the ways we are different, and all the ways we are the same.
Love memes and ecards and pink things.
Love dancing like a fool.
Love eating soup (all day, err day).
Love people who can sing really really well.
Love LOVE.
Love YOU.
The Door to My Beating Room
Here is something I wrote a long time ago about Jesus saving me (or maybe not that long ago, depending on your concept of time). I lived in a physical house that represented everything spiritual about me. This is a sort of flash-back to that moment in my life.
On that morning when your Light began to rise into my windows,
The concrete was still cold on my feet.
As I twisted and swirled down that eerie hallway of discovery,
Your bright dawning was still dim.
It was hard to see in that place,
With the darkness of walls and opaque atmosphere.
My blind ears.
My deaf eyes.
I couldn't hear the beat of the room anymore.
Which way?
If asked then, about now, it is too surreal.
I inched down the dark and dusty corridor.
My hands stumbled upon the icy doorknob of desire.
I didn't know this house had a room!
The door had been closed for so long.
I reached out in the dusky light to grab it.
It was locked.
I must have lost the key somewhere in the haze of daze gone by.
Someone whispered
Beside me.
Inside of me.
Undeniably.
Someone I’d never known, yet I had known from eternity.
And so it was.
In that old
Creepy house
That I hated
His warm hands unlocked the door to my beating room.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily Dickinson--
Little Thoughts
Today is the kind of day where I don’t want anything but Jesus.
That is the best kind of day.
A little dancing, a little singing, a little cleaning the apartment.
A little supposed to be studying for a Spanish final.
Living the good life.
Come Jesus, come. Come like the wind. Fill up this place, we welcome you in.
Come Jesus, come. Come like the rain. Open the sky, show us your face.
Heaven, heaven fall down. Spirit, spirit pour out. On us all now, Heaven fall down.
This song is the cry of my heart right now!!
“Only one life, twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last.”
-C.T. Studd-
Those of low estate are but a breath; those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath. Put no trust in extortion; set no vain hopes on robbery; if riches increase, set not your heart on them.
Psalm 62:9-10
and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with ointment.
Luke 7:38
Little Thoughts
He pursues me.
He pursues me through music.
He pursues me through coincidences.
He pursues me through friends saying the same scripture to me (when they don't know it).
He pursues me in ways I, personally, can connect and relate to.
He pursues me in ways specific to me, my personality, and who I am.
He speaks in ways I can hear.
He gets down on my level.
He pursues me when I let go.
He pursues me when I pursue something else.
He pursues me when I do not want Him to.
He is always there.
He pursues me like every girl wants to be pursued.
And somehow nice guys still finish last.
I let go of Jesus all the time.
And, yet, He never lets go of me.
Sometimes, I can't even grasp, or care, about this truth.
But, it's maybe the single most important fact of my life.
God, "Lead me to the rock that is higher than I." Psalm 61:2