PizzaRolls

Happily married with 87 children.

[farfetch]

[wearenapoleon]

[movedtoflorulfauna-deactivated2]

[cottonvibes]

wishing i was on a balcony in italy, wearing a long floral dress, eating fresh fruit, and staring at the sunset and landscape below me

[sleepin]

[worshipgifs]

[the-chelster]

[humorstaff]

me, lonely as shit: i’m lonely as shit

anyone: hey do you want to hang out m-

me, exhausted suddenly: no

[timbllr]

[710m]

My heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something and thought of me

[catherinepapeillustration]

More bees.

[psych2go]

My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.

(via psych2go)

[semperreformanda]

We’ve all felt it. The disappointment of what we thought would be. There are tears. That sinking pit feeling. Unanswered questions. And that nagging sensation that some things really aren’t fair. But that’s when I have to reign my heart back in. Bring it back within the boundaries of truth: God is perfectly just even when circumstances seem terribly unfair. God loves me. God has a plan. God can be trusted.

Lysa TerKeurst  (via godmoves)

[myhopeisjesus]

[thequotejournals]

It has made me better, loving you.

Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via thequotejournals)

[treasurethedream-deactivated201]

[agentlewoman-deactivated2019062]

“Let me tell you, this generation coming up — unselfish, altruistic, creative, patriotic — I’ve seen you in every corner of the country. You believe in a fair, and just, and inclusive America; you know that constant change has been America’s hallmark, that it’s not something to fear but something to embrace, you are willing to carry this hard work of democracy forward. You’ll soon outnumber any of us, and I believe as a result the future is in good hands.

My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my remaining days. But for now, whether you are young or whether you’re young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your president — the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago.

I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change — but in yours.”

[saintsoup]

for the 80th year in a row, the song of the summer is Everytime We Touch by Cascada