Beauty In Everyday

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horsebones:

“COLLLEEEGGEEE!!!!”

hashtag we are calvin college

my loves

jennadvrs:

horsebones:

“COLLLEEEGGEEE!!!!”

hashtag we are calvin college

my loves

(Source: thinspaced)

This is seriously the most perfect thing; she is the most relatable voice. yes yes yes THIS THIS THIS

I am a staunch Democrat and a devout, if terrible, Christian. What this means is that I am socially and fiscally liberal, an old style bleeding heart liberal, who loves Jesus and tries to be His faithful servant, supports gun control, abortion rights and tries to love everyone as a brother or sister.

Some days go better than others. Like many people, I am equal proportions of narcissism and low self-esteem, so every now and then, on festive occasions, I get wrapped up in my own petty distractions, obsessions and needs. But as much as possible, I try to help take care of the poor, the aged, the hungry and scared. I get to keep starting over.

That’s what being a Christian means to me. There is, in truth, very little snake-handling involved. Still, it can be quite embarrassing: When non-specific spiritual people—let’s call them the Nons—hear the word “Christian,” they think of public Christians. Upon hearing that you are a Believer, they instantly think of stages full of Christians on TV, waving their arms like palm fronds in a hurricane. Now, I mean no offense if you frequently appear on the stages of televangelists, fronding for the Lord. I know that is not a real word, but it should be.

When Nons hear the word “Christian,” they do not instantly think Martin Luther King, Dorothy Day, Oscar Romero, Abraham Lincoln or other profound and visionary heroes. They think Jerry Falwell, Michele Bachmann and Rick Perry, people who seem close to hysteria in their convictions. They think Jim Bakker and Ted Nugent, who asked his audience, in an editorial, whether the country would have been better off if the South had won the Civil War.

I don’t want to get distracted right now by complex political controversy, but, uh: no.

Nons hear about Christians, and they see us cringing before the image of hell’s flames. Yikes. If I believed in those literal flames, it would be such a stretch for me, as I am extremely sensitive and worried, with a low pain threshold. They think we fear the devil as represented by Al Pacino or Trey Parker, not as the dark energy of addiction that has destroyed our own lives, and the lives of our most beloved; the painful and deeply human craving for power and domination, both in families and in national positions, although I am not going to name names.

But what I believe, and what my moderately left—and right—wing Christian brothers and sisters believe, is that Jesus preached a gospel of radical sacrifice, of giving away everything we possibly can—our time, our money, our prayers—to the have-nots, the same old/same old suffering people of this world, widows and whole nations.

Let us go in peace then, to be people of goodness and service and sacrifice. I keep trying to do better, like most people do, but I don’t have a magic wand. I am learning as I go; and boy, am I humbled by my failings. And “humbled” is always a great place to start anything, from being a better parent, writer, mate; or still, after all these years, trying to save the world.

Anne Lamott

but you will.

but you will.

If you let me have my way, I swear I’ll tear you apart

i’ve got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
bring you back to the bar
get you out of the cold
 a sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes
and they’re scared that we know
all the crimes they’ll commit
who they’ll kiss before they get home

 i will lie awake
lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
let you fall for every empty word I say

Barely conscious in the door where you stand
your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands

you laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
i almost feel sorry for what I’m going to do
and your hair smells of smoke
who will cast the first stone?
you can sin or spend the night all alone

guccicaskets:

fuk what da biology teacher said

guccicaskets:

fuk what da biology teacher said

(Source: il-lunatic)

Read books. Care about things. Get excited. Try not to be too down on yourself. Enjoy the ever present game of knowing.

- Hank Green (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante)

people i love and hate to miss


sleeping forever and not waking up until i’m home and hugging my best friends. kthanks.


French Chris at the drive-in, New Jersey

French Chris at the drive-in, New Jersey

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Were all human beings suddenly to become blind, still the sun would shine by day and the stars by night, for these owe nothing to the millions who benefit from their light. So, were every man on earth to become an atheist, it could not affect God in any way. He is what He is in Himself without regard to any other. To believe in Him adds nothing to His perfections; to doubt Him takes nothing away.

- A.W. Tozer (via cicarson)