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@the-sounding-furrows
I’m a horrible person… I’m sorry…
The gift of grace increases as the struggles increase.
St. Rose of Lima (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)
“…and so we fell together into our favorite weather, soaked our clothes in promises we don’t worry about keeping they will keep themselves and I’ll keep you here in the tangles of my scarf in the pictures of my mind, and in the smiles that we breathe. I traded oxygen for this and I have never breathed easier, I have never trusted better, I have never known this color. dawn comes with black lids and dimmed stars, we head home with lightbulb hearts.” (01.20.14)
the-sounding-furrows || Pendleton, OR || 09.25.15
The way you win as a creative person is to learn to love the work and not the applause.
Bob Dylan (via psliterary)
We have to choose joy and keep choosing it.
Henri J.M. Nouwen (via thatkindofwoman)
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart…
Psalms 27:13-14, NKJV (via laurenarlene)
He who loves, sees.
C.S. Lewis (via jspark3000)
Reason 8,000 to love Chicago….the architecture. Photo by @adamsoko #chicagofolk
Скитащо момиче, остани за малко. Аз съм просто спирка по пътя ти, Знам, че не съм твоя любим.
Пл. Гарибалди, София; България 5.12.2014.