John 1:1 (NKJV) - In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

Was having a lot of problems with this one machine at work today, me and these two other guys, were trying our best to fix it before it got too busy. It’s been like 20 minutes and it still wasn’t working despite me (and the other two but one had to go home and the other stayed and watched bc he’s new) trying everything. Then the last time I took a deep breath and said ‘bismillah’ and with His blessing, alhamdulillah it started working again 💕

so i was making a pinterest board for a character I'm writing, right? anyway she likes sculpting so I google girl sculpting so I can try and find some images that remind me of her. and instead of what I was looking for, all the images of girl's bodies and fitness came up, and like none of it was about the art of sculpting? so I search up the men's one because I'm curious. and as you can imagine, it was actually about sculpting. like one image of men's fitness (one first page of results). anywayyyyyys someone needs to go fix that because I'm sad now.

Teaser Trailer, the Wheel of Time (2021)

aw sorry you’re having a crap day. but imagine peter realizing you’re having a bad day so he takes you to his favorite spot in the city. he takes you to a small roof top of an office building where you get the perfect view of the new york skyline (think post cards) and you two sit there for hours looking at buildings, listening to music, and talking to each other about everything.

i’m late to answering this what did you expect but still sorry!! & thank u for ur nice as message my good bitch :’) 

peter definitely does this and it’s a tradition between you guys now because if one of you is sad, then you can go be sad together. but it probably started from something dumb like peter saying, “want to swing around the city? we can go at high speed to dry your tears” trying to be funny and cute and cheer you up and you were like, “actually, that’s not a bad idea” and now you have little spots on different rooftops & places only he can reach and the tradition keeps evolving to swinging by to grab candy on the way and then bringing some headphones too and basically by now you and peter have entire picnics on rooftops whenever one of you is sad (or whenever peter calls for it, he rlly loves those picnics)

John 1:4 (NKJV) - In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.

Six lanes of traffic, three lanes moving slow

the ending sequence to girls s6e03 is one of the most beautiful, cinematic experiences ever released on tv

P A U S E Why is Power Rangers trending?

Finally…finally arrived home from college.

Day One Thousand Seven Hundred and Twenty Eight

Thursday, 23 July 2015, 10.38pm

I used to be a footnote in someone else’s story. A book with frayed tips, crumpled by the touch of Apple Cider. But now, I have a novel of my own. It’s scrawled in pointed letters in three different notebooks, starting something like this.

“She walked in, pulling the streetlights with her. It was sometime around midnight, if I remember it, but Jefferson County still scorched my skin. She stepped further in among shelves standing in concentric rows, carrying her body through them without thought. And I could see her then. Skin pulled tight across her shoulders, restless bones bored of empty promises and loose imperfections. I watched her. For a long while I was invisible, just watching. Until she looked. She looked at me, into me, with eyes deeper, I thought, than the ocean. They had a flicker, like rippling waves on Purdy’s shore; thoughts running wild. Her breath escaped  in wisps, cool in the air, heavy and thick. I pressed a cigarette to my mouth, burning my blood with slow drags. But the sweet smell of smoke wasn’t what I wanted on my lips. No. I wanted her. The depth of her smile, the curve of her neck, the whole of her. So desperately. I wanted her.”

And that was it. Once I thought about the taste of your mouth against mine and the fit of your body against mine, once I thought about that, I was fucked. So that’s it, that’s where it starts. My story, our story, starts and ends with you.