occasionally subtle
Love Begins
taylor price
Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
noise dept.
roma★
pixel skylines
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
oozey mess
KIROKAZE
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
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#extradirty
Monterey Bay Aquarium
shark vs the universe
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@peregrinationem
The wonderful thing about praying is that you leave a world of not being able to do something, and enter God’s realm where everything is possible. He specializes in the impossible. Nothing is too great for His almighty power. Nothing is too small for His love.
Corrie Ten Boom (via godmoves)
Loving Creator, I have no quarrel with the way you have so carefully designed me in your image. Truly I am your work of art. Take me deeper today. Show me my virtues- the wonders of your design for my life. Help me not to be afraid to look into the depths of myself and believe in what I see- for I am the work of your hands. If I can believe in what I see, then I can rejoice in what I see. Precious in your sight, I am your work of art. Continue to create me in your image. Amen.
Macrina Wiederkehr (via yesdarlingido)
There are days or weeks or even months when I read the Bible and there are no grand epiphanies. There are whole seasons of Sundays when I sing praise and feel nothing. There are times of prayer where the silence kills me. There are great Christian books and podcasts that I eat up which don’t budge my spiritual life. There are too many times when I doubt the very existence of God and the sending of His Son. It can all feel like a crazy lie. I’m probably being too honest — but I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way. It’s in those times that I ask myself, “Am I out of love with God somehow? Am I losing my faith here? How do I get back to where I used to be?” But I keep reading my Bible. I keep singing on Sundays. I keep praying. I soak in books and sermons. I serve. I enjoy the company of mature Christians. I enjoy the fellowship of the broken. And you know what? Sometimes the clouds part and God comes through and His love squeezes my heart and I fall to my knees remembering how good He is. Then I read Scripture and can’t stop weeping and I turn on Christian songs in my car full blast and sing loud enough to scare the traffic. I serve with shaking hands and get convicted by those sermons and soak in God’s goodness all over again. So I’ve learned over time: I wasn’t really out of love with God. I’m just a fragile human being who changes as much as the weather. I was setting a ridiculous standard for myself that can’t be defined by self-pressuring parameters. I was tricked by the enemy into judging my flesh. My faith is based on His grace and not my feelings. And I think I need to relax.
J.S. Park (via jspark3000)
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
Carl R. Rogers (via wordsnquotes)
Master of None (2017)
On our first date, Todd asked me what my dreams were. So I told him my biggest one: I wanted to live in an old little white house near fields & rocky shores. There would be a sunporch for me to paint in & our driveway would be long. There would be grey skies & it would rain a lot, but whenever the sun shines I’d dry our clothes out on the line.
I recently found an old text from him that said “We’ll be living in a crappy old house on the water one day, even if that’s not where we start, okay?” & that’s why I’ve been painting little white houses lately.
This is one of my favorite versions of Chicago. It’s a banjo-only version, and you can really hear Sufjan’s voice. There’s something about the recording quality that makes it more intimate.
new rare suf song every day
I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.
Caitlyn Siehl, from Apple Pie Life (via karibu-nyumbani)
It hurts my head to think of how many things had to happen for our paths to intersect. Of all those numberless little fortunes that led me to you. A broken alarm clock, a delayed train, a sudden downpour and there we were. You and I, sharing coffee, our whole lives ahead of us.
Beau Taplin (via karibu-nyumbani)
When we hear the sound of the pine trees on a windy day, perhaps the wind is just blowing, and the pine tree is just standing in the wind. That is all they are doing. But the people who will listen to the wind in the tree will write a poem, or will feel something unusual. That is, I think, the way everything is.
Shunryu Suzuki (via karibu-nyumbani)
My collection of pressed flowers from this summer 🌸🍃🌼
I remember riding a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rose sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (after the release and consequent fame of This Side Of Paradise, and marriage to Zelda two weeks later)
snipets of california. exactly what this heart needed.
The trail up to the summit was covered in wild blackberries that were just turning ripe. We stopped and ate for a while before continuing the climb.
Always be honored when someone lets you in on their craziness.
When they’re at their most slobbery, vulnerable, neurotic, exposed rock bottom: please don’t belittle them. Embrace. Be gracious. Your advice is probably good, but not as good as being there to catch them.
– J
