4th April, 2014

mostlyfiction:

When I call you beautiful
I am not only complimenting
on how you look, but what’s on
the inside of your mind,
your hands, your body,
and how you are able to hold
so much of the world
on your shoulders without
letting it weigh you down.
So when I call you beautiful
don’t think that I am only
complimenting on how you look
today, or everyday of the week,
but remember that what I am
trying to say is so much more
than the word itself.

(via chasing him)

31st March, 2014

herarbitrarymusings:

You spent most of your life
hiding behind your walls,
mistrusting, severing
ties, and calling
loneliness as
your companion.

But when you are
loved so infinitely,
it fills you so
much so that you
love and love
and love and love.

Your walls crumble,
trust grows stronger,
and your strength
is derived from
a God who is greater.

(via chasing him)

24th March, 2014

theparisreview:

The Lay Brother
Francesco’s fingers must have had their sayAbout the blessed living near the WordWith waxen doll or with a beating bird,While heavy oxen kept the cold away.
But here Duns Scotus’ bells shoulder the rain.Chill incantation keeps a chilly choir.Waiting for snowy birds, I dream of fire:Poor devils tell me folds could not contain.
The ragged beggars dancing in the wildTill hooded voices hobbled in dark frocksPraised them into our tidy looking flocks.I would not dream so. When I was a child
My father sent me scampering after strays.In lambing season we worked through the nightWithin our dancing fire’s ring of light,FOr there were many lambs to touch those days.
—Robert Huff. Photography: Paul Trevor.

theparisreview:

The Lay Brother

Francesco’s fingers must have had their say
About the blessed living near the Word
With waxen doll or with a beating bird,
While heavy oxen kept the cold away.

But here Duns Scotus’ bells shoulder the rain.
Chill incantation keeps a chilly choir.
Waiting for snowy birds, I dream of fire:
Poor devils tell me folds could not contain.

The ragged beggars dancing in the wild
Till hooded voices hobbled in dark frocks
Praised them into our tidy looking flocks.
I would not dream so. When I was a child

My father sent me scampering after strays.
In lambing season we worked through the night
Within our dancing fire’s ring of light,
FOr there were many lambs to touch those days.

Robert Huff. Photography: Paul Trevor.

(via The Paris Review)

12th February, 2014

Help…

I just want to be thin.

5th February, 2014

you’re across the room

fortheweekndxo:

those magnificent eyes that put stars to shame
match the color of the bluest ocean
the smile that makes my knees weak
the laughter that makes my heart do somersaults
the electricity that runs through my fingertips when you touch my hand

I’ll always look at you and be your friend
because I’m too afraid to say the truth
how I feel about you
and of all the things that bring my life joy

the saddest thing is that I’m in love from afar.

still-rolling-on I made this for you one day. I miss you!

(via Ich bin frei.)

4th February, 2014

vvoto:

What if instead of complaining about not getting flowers or chocolate on Valentine’s Day we gave some chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day

(via move my way)