(元記事： inspiredtodream (andmilestogoから))
May 11.
Trying to plan a two hour commute through the middle of Atlanta on public transportation is like hiking up the Grand Canyon midday in August.
……
Exhausting. It’s exhausting.
(出典： butlercat)
May 8, the randoms.
When asked about my job by someone unassociated with said work, words like “headquarters” and “confidential” come up and makes the conversation sound much more intense than it really is.
Illustrations by Luce-in-the-sky
(元記事： lohrien (today-isawindingroadから))
"Some of you need to hear this for the first time, and so this is from our hearts…
The Kingdom of God is for the burnouts, the broken, and the broke.
The drug addicts, the divorced, the HIV positive, the herpes-ridden, the hopeless.
For the outcasts that have been created by the church,
And for the outcasts of our society that have been created by us.
The Kingdom of God is for the brain damaged, the incurably ill, for the barren.
For the pregnant too many times, and the pregnant at the wrong time.
This is for the over-employed, the underemployed, the unemployable, and the unemployed.
This is for the swindled, the shoved aside, the left aside.
The replaced, the incompetent, and the stupid.
This is for the emotionally starved and the emotionally dead.
The Kingdom of God is for the bigoted, the murderers, the child molesters, the brutals, the drug lords.
The terrorists, the perverted, the raging alcoholics, over consumers, the incredibly ugly.
The dumb, the ignorant, the starving, the filled, and the filthy rich.
The Kingdom of God is for everyone and the Kingdom of God is for me."
— Life in Your Way, “Induction”
(元記事： breanna-lynn (breanna-lynnから))
(featherfallから)
April 25.
I’ve got a lyric line of the song ‘You’re Gonna Miss Me’ originally by Lulu and the Lampshades (more popularly known by Pitch Perfect) stuck in my head.
… and I sure would like some sweet company
As my sweet next door neighbor would say, “Gurl, ain’t that the truth.”
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Also, what is with this overwhelming westernization of beauty? It seriously gets under my skin. There is nothing beautiful about looking, talking, and acting like every other person within your radius or molding yourself to standards Hollywood level. Nothing!
Photographer: Romain Carre
(kari-shmaから)
Cargo
Short Film
(元記事： 2corinththoughts (kristinleahcookから))
(元記事： youtube.com (today-isawindingroadから))
Typewriter Series #389 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for tired eyes:
On the occasion of my death, how will I be remembered?
Will it be sobs and soaked handkerchiefs or will it be laughter
and heads shaking in collective acknowledgment
to the silly and completely ridiculous stories that will be told?
On the occasion of my death, how will I meet the one that will
usher me through the crossroads of this life and the next?
Will it be with a bang, with a silent whimper, or with my forehead
to the clouds a grin upon my fading mouth and my hand reaching
out first to take her hand before she asks for mine?
Will it be painful, will it hurt, will I scream for it to be over
or will I, pushing through frozen bits of frozen moments,
understand the reason for the pain and the explanation behind
the hurt and instead turn and bask in it, the final sensation
this skin and these bones will ever feel this beautiful lap
through a breathtaking life.
On the occasion of my death, what will be the weather on the instant
and dizzying transition into the occasion of my rebirth?
Will I enter through a storm or through the gentle breeze of
a sunny day? Will the rain drops be my baptism and will my first
scream be only the echo of my last scream in the flesh I used to
wear, and wear proudly?
On the occasion of my death, will the explosion be felt across the
planet or will it be the single falling star spied by a single
lonely soul sitting on the roof of some creaking house in the
cool early Autumn night? Will they feel me flicker and fade
and burst back into glowing life or will I just fall into line
as the next star in a crowd of many that will make up some
constellation?
Will sailors guide themselves by me, will two young souls
freshly in love wish upon me when I come out while the blue
still hangs in the sky and will I feel those wishes?
On the occasion of my death, what will become of all that was?
What will become of all I was to be
on the occasion of my death?
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
(tylerknottから)
"‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home."
—
(元記事： tallerthanlions (breanna-lynnから))
