Today I’m thankful for the clouds. For the bleakness and smell of olive oil in my kitchen. I’m thankful for pop punk and bathtubs that I can sit in and read.
I’m thankful for my ceiling fan and the rhythmic way it beats the air, giving me something to sync my breathing to. I’m thankful for my Bible and the way it’s falling apart at the binding, because it reminds me that I truly am home in that book. I’m thankful for Joshua, for both his fear and courage.
I’m thankful for cool tiles against my feet and the way the strings of my ukulele dig into my fingertips, making them extremely sensitive to touch. Pain for progress.
You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love.
(via seasickwithoutwater)
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
(via radicalidentity)
But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothings changed at all?
And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?
(via saltwaterkittens)
im honestly obsessed with this song right now.
I love this soundtrack, good lord
“They’ve got to believe me, that I’ll never forget you.”
(via desertmanian)
I’m roaming through the hills all alone
I’m trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light
(via stillamongmen)
Talitha cumi
This is a personal blog and an accumulation of things I like.
Psalm 3:3
