Could really use some coffee, a good playlist, a tattoo, and a plane ticket.

me @ God: here is the thing *sits on the floor* *cries*

me: *spends $3″

me: 

I’m crying

Cappadocia, Turkey

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Isn’t it amazing that God’s voice can make the mountains crumble and in that same voice speak love gently into your heart?

Early morning // Pablo Verzosa (via godmoves)

can horses recognize that the horses on the merry go round aren’t real?  or can they not even comprehend that those are resemblances of their own species?  how close does a fake horse have to be to a real horse for a horse to recognize it as a horse

the best thing about dogs is you can act like something really good just happened and they’ll instantly start celebrating too and they have no idea what the context is they’re just always ready to party no matter what

God is no stranger to pain. When you cry to Him, He isn’t looking down on you and saying, “Here we go again.” He’s leaning down, feeling every tear of betrayal, anxiety, and grief that you are crying, and saying “I know. I remember. I know.”

man i can’t wait to fully embrace my role as weird aloof cousin who never comes to family events and whomst you only know is still alive cos they occasionally like your instagram pictures 

The sight of the huge world put mad ideas into me, as if I could wander away, wander forever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other to the world’s end.

Till We Have Faces // C.S. Lewis (via theclivechronicles)

It Is Wintertime

bug: hi

me: Aren't You Supposed To Be Dead.