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Zelly Dugan by Farhad Samari
Aug 21, 2014 / 438 notes

Zelly Dugan by Farhad Samari

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maddieonthings:

This is one of those spots you walk around in silence and awe (Ice Caves, WA)
Aug 21, 2014 / 1,240 notes

maddieonthings:

This is one of those spots you walk around in silence and awe (Ice Caves, WA)

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Aug 17, 2014 / 329,706 notes

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Aug 11, 2014 / 23,906 notes

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troyesivan:

This five year old girl loses it completely when she realises her little brother is going to grow up.

#OlderSiblingProblems

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Aug 4, 2014 / 41,965 notes

thedapperproject:

wholetjackdrive: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys/Vitamin String Quartet; The left ear is the official studio version by Arctic Monkeys, while the right ear is the official studio cover by the Vitamin String Quartet.

Listen to more of my stuff here.

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Jul 31, 2014 / 7,631 notes
colin997:

byee grandma
Jul 26, 2014 / 151,999 notes

colin997:

byee grandma

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Jul 25, 2014 / 126 notes

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Jul 24, 2014 / 65,047 notes
Imagine how a man’s life would be if he trusted that he was loved by God. How could he interact with the poor and not show partiality, he could love his wife easily and not expect her to redeem him, he would be slow to anger because redemption was no longer at stake, he could be wise and giving with his money because money no longer represented points, he could give up on formulaic religion, knowing that checking stuff off a spiritual to-do list was a worthless pursuit, he would have confidence and the ability to laugh at himself, and he could love people without expecting anything in return. It would be quite beautiful, really.
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Jul 23, 2014 / 1,134 notes
awelltraveledwoman:

A young Amish girl holds the reins of two huge draft horses. Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. William Albert Allard/National Geographic.
Jul 22, 2014 / 10,441 notes

awelltraveledwoman:

A young Amish girl holds the reins of two huge draft horses. Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. William Albert Allard/National Geographic.

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jrdnnwlkr:

I’m sorry guys, but I just don’t see how I look like her… she’s like a babe and a half… and I’m like… me.
Jul 21, 2014 / 2,221 notes

jrdnnwlkr:

I’m sorry guys, but I just don’t see how I look like her… she’s like a babe and a half… and I’m like… me.

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Jul 21, 2014 / 631,482 notes
Jul 20, 2014

I did some creative writing this evening…

 I feel like so many people spend their lives waiting. Waiting for that moment, the breakthrough, the girl. Waiting to begin. The ‘if’s’ and ‘when’s’ get in the way of right now and we let time slip by underneath our tired eyes and half-conscious minds. Suddenly we have waited and we are 45. Still waiting, hoping harder. We have to do more than hope. Take hold of the things we hope for and discard our doubts and fears and reasoning. More often, the deepest desires of ours are not things. We all have an aching desire to become. We know our own potential succeeds who we are right now and our souls cry out for the truth of it to be revealed. For our glory to be let loose. We are those of greatness who are intimidated by ourselves. We wish we would live out the things we know we are beneath the surface, beneath the mess… more courageous, more joyful, more loving and kind. 
We pin our hopes on the things that we believe will allow us to be that way… Circumstances, people and things, and we wait for them with a desperate, longing hope, deep within our souls. Still, we are only fooling ourselves: we know those things are not the answer. Our fears create the confines of our current realities. We create the cages we reside in, unwanted, unintentional cages we claw at to escape. We despise them, but we are the authors. We cannot help ourselves. Those fears and comforts of ours, the ones we choose to own, seduce us and sedate us and make us wait in a quiet restlessness for the things we long for, distracted by the unimportant. 
We will wake up soon and take the risk, seize those realities we long for, or wake up later to the reality of missed opportunities and wasted time. Our rescuer is knocking, calling to us, holding out His hand to take us into the greatness He purposed us for, before we got in the way. He is calling ‘’My child, wake up. Wake up.”

Emma Stone arriving at JFK Airport in New York, January 13th 2014  
Jul 18, 2014 / 1,575 notes

Emma Stone arriving at JFK Airport in New York, January 13th 2014  

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