More so i have learned to love myself because of those who have not. and in...– Rakishi, circ. 1956. excerpt from “Personal Exposition” (via lylaandblu)
Daniel Stephensen: By the rage to love →
forgetlings: So I suppose I do not know how he really looked and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy. His image was already present somewhere in my head and I was seeking to discover it in actuality, looking at every face I met in case it was…
Wherever it is that they find their spiritual sustenance, however, one thing is...– James Garbarino (via gazealongtheopenroad)
just read somewhere ‘you’re only a stranger once.’ a good thought to remember, no?
We girls are learning, ungracefully perhaps, that when we say no to our own extras in order to say yes to someone else’s essentials, what we find is life abundant, a half-priced half-summer at the pool, and freedom from unspoken American expectations. It’s a daily cross the size and weight of a single swimsuit, and one I decide we’ll gladly carry. “Come to Me… For My...
natalieejean: “I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.” — Ernest Hemingway
When you send your Spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the...– Psalm 104:30
what a wonderfully busy summer! returned to Vietnam to spread the love to our kids; shared my best friend’s beautiful wedding weekend with my best girlfriends, another one coming in October, another happily engaged; found out I’m going to be an aunt, spent 4th of July with family and met my cousin’s sweet baby girl; my little sisters hilarious fun week visit in rva + my...
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do.– Voltaire
We don’t reduce Christ to what we are; he raises us to what he is.– 1 Corinthians 10:17b MSG (via annaleecole)
This moment now feels like that too—like something to be seized and savored. I close my eyes, feel the wind on my face. I breathe deep of summer. This one and so many before. I can taste salty memories on my tongue. I think of how our experiences become a part of us. They seep in through our eyes, ears, our very skin. We’re made of where we’ve been, of who we’ve loved. -Holley Gerth