Ryn Young

life is a slow rush - musician | writer | language enthusiast

[ryn-young]

I told you I was unconventional and you didn’t believe me. you thought I would just give in and take any old title and any hand to hold and call it good and get on with it. you thought I would take only the risks I was expected to take, to be only what you expected me to be.

I prove you wrong with every breath. I am running sure, but not toward your so called real-life or supposed-to’s. I am sprinting away from your borrowed understanding of the world and your boring laid out life. 

I’ll change my location, my language, my name; not to be different or interesting, but because I am different and I am interested, interested in not being around you and your feeble understanding of what it means to be alive. 

r.y.n. | you misunderstood me, I’m not leaving because of you

[sleepnomoreandihavebeendrinking]

Ways To Identify Or Help Others Help You Identify Who That Dude You Saw In Sleep No More Was.

Asking yourself just a few simple questions, and then supplying the answers to said questions can quickly help others help you identify who that dude in Sleep No More was!

1) So who’d he play?

Not Hamlet.

1b) Did he have a dick?

Easiest to ascertain when dealing with Macbeth, Boywitch, or Lady Macbeth.

2) Was he bald?

Well was he.

3) Was he ginger?

Important.

4) Facial hair?

Describe that shit.

5) Height?

Was he tall, really tall, or Joe Poulson?

6) Ethnicity?

There is some amount of diversity.

UNHELPFUL DETAILS:

-”he was hot.”  No.

-”he wore a tuxedo.”  Nope.

-”he looked at me with his eyes”.  Not inaccurate but still.

The answers to two, or even sometimes one of the above questions can usually help tumblr to quickly identify who that dude in Sleep No More was.  Help tumblr help you! 

7) So who was he?

A lot of times it turns out: he was David Botana.

[ryn-young]

no seriously who was he? 

[cslewisthoughts]

“One last word, about getting rid of fear. Two men had to cross a dangerous bridge. The first convinced himself that it would bear them, and called this conviction Faith. The second said ‘Whether it breaks or holds, whether I die here or somewhere else, I am equally in God’s good hands.’ And the bridge did break and they were both killed: and the second man’s Faith was not disappointed and the first man’s was.”–from a letter to Mrs. D. Jessup, March 26th, 1954

[kvtes]

i can be patient with coffee brewing, and walking slowly through the yard to pick flowers for a bouquet. i purposely wake up early so that i can have a slow start to my morning. i really don’t mind waiting overnight for bread dough to rise before i bake it. i really, really love watching waves form in the water and make their way to the shore. i always wait for peak peach season before buying a whole bunch of them. i like slow walks through the farmer’s market and slow-sounding songs. 

when it comes to people, though, i tend to get so… greedy with love. maybe that’s not the right word, but i can’t think of anything else. i just desire so deeply and so quickly to know the depths of another’s heart and soul that sometimes i’m simply at a loss when it comes to small talk and things of that sort. i want to know what brought them to where they are, what their family is like, what brings them to their knees, what makes them want to cry of joy. but oh, how worth the wait is!

{“it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.” - david jones}

[contrariansoul-deactivated20180]

The world can make you think that love can be picked up at a garage sale or enveloped in a Hallmark card. But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence.

Bob Goff, Love Does (via contrariansoul)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done.

Mitch Albom  (via elenamjacobs)

[ryn-young]

it's not about a long life, or a steady one; it's about a passionate life that loves deeply, and never wastes time trying to be the best

r.y.n. | thoughts on why my dad was wrong about me

[uncleanlips-deactivated20171008]

Forgiveness is not an occasional act, it is a constant attitude.

Martin Luther King Jr. (via uncleanlips)

[johnnyis-deactivated20170807]

The Christian shoemaker does his Christian duty not by putting tiny crosses on shoes, but by making good shoes, because God is interested in good craftsmanship.

Martin Luther

[wnq-anonymous]

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.

Chuck Palahniuk (via wnq-anonymous)

[stokesandoates]

[ryn-young]

THIS

lets stop oversimplifying how complicated and exhausting going to school is when you strive and want to succeed and building lasting relationships.

[cwvil]

“The truth is you organically have your own style that’s going to come out—even when you copy other people, especially in the beginning. And the end result is that you get this amazing amalgam of all the people that you respect, and it comes out in amazing ways. To think otherwise—to think that you’re somehow pure and your voice is independent of all the others is probably a little grandiose.”

zefrank (via goatblr)

[c0ntemplations]

Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.

note to self

[athenaria]

in a cluttered room belonging to neither of us, you asked what we are. i told you the truth: nineteen is three years from sixteen, three whole worlds away, and you no longer have a place in mine. you didn’t like that. i don’t care. drawn curtains in the front windows are not an invitation to mosey up the back walk. you’re not why i have candles; those lights are for my evenings alone. i did my time for you, my own iron cowardice barring me in, and i will not let you lock me in again. i used to be the faded red welcome mat, bearing the weight of your heavy booted heels, but i have become the door now. and no, darling, this time, i will not let you in.

stranger at the threshold | p.b. (via athenaria)

[kateordie]

I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.

[savebuckybarnes]

[ryn-young]

When people ask me to lead them in prayer (okay-ibelieveinyou)

I always feel like this would be me if someone at Hillsong asked me to lead prayer

[floozys-deactivated20180908]

there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace