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godthings:

“Our lives are lived in relationship to words, written and spoken, sacred and mundane. They are manna for the journey. As embodied beings we take our whole bodies with us into the act of reading, which, at its best, is spacious, full-bodied, wholehearted, and infused with the breath of life.”

— Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies (via bookofwriting)

(Source: invisibleforeigner)

29 January 2012 • reblog: invisibleforeigner • poetry literature

My house.

29 January 2012 • Iceland

Me & my familiar.

29 January 2012 • cat journal

River Song is the ultimate!

29 January 2012 • Alex Kingston Doctor Who River Song women television warrior women

Candle hill » by Kenny Muir

For Tuggy.

(Source: beautiful-scotland)

28 January 2012 • reblog: beautiful-scotland • Scotland nature photography stars tree sky colors

via livinginghostcolours

Of course. Of COURSE Chattanooga has developed its own typeface now. Awww, I miss you, you adorable cool little weirdo of a city. <3

27 January 2012 • reblog: livinginghostcolours • Chattanooga typography

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.

— Joss Whedon (via misswallflower)

(via tobeginwhereiam)

27 January 2012 • reblog: misswallflower • Joss Whedon art literature poetry film television

Incredible!

(Source: annanoodle, via infinity-imagined)

27 January 2012 • reblog: annanoodle • nature science people art

We need not expect that life leads to sitting and possessing — in no sense, at no moment. We cannot remain standing; we may not; and we ought not even once wish to do so. Whatever awaits us on our way is under no circumstances our goal. Even the most important, the beautiful, the tragic moments of our lives, are only stations on the way, nothing more. Saying farewell: that is the great rule of this life. Woe to us if we reject this rule, if we want to remain standing, calling a halt, and attaching ourselves to a particular station. There is nothing left for us but to acknowledge this saying farewell, becoming obedient to it. “Here we have no lasting city.

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