Said and Done

jessehimself:

 




This was taken in Australia. Three separate things happening at once: On the left, fireworks exploded as part of Australia Day celebrations. In the middle, it’s Comet McNaught. Then on the right, there’s lightning from a thunderstorm far away.

jessehimself:

 

This was taken in Australia. Three separate things happening at once: On the left, fireworks exploded as part of Australia Day celebrations. In the middle, it’s Comet McNaught. Then on the right, there’s lightning from a thunderstorm far away.

(Source: your-daily-dose)

You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.

Julien Smith

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My life looks better on the Internet than it does in real life. Everyone’s life looks better on the internet than it does in real life. The Internet is partial truths—we get to decide what people see and what they don’t. That’s why it’s safer short term. And that’s why it’s much, much more dangerous long term.
Because community—the rich kind, the transforming kind, the valuable and difficult kind—doesn’t happen in partial truths and well-edited photo collections on Instagram. Community happens when we hear each other’s actual voices, when we enter one another’s actual homes, with actual messes, around actual tables telling stories that ramble on beyond 140 pithy characters. But seeing the best possible, often-unrealistic, half-truth version of other peoples’ lives isn’t the only danger of the Internet. Our envy buttons also get pushed because we rarely check Facebook when we’re having our own peak experiences. We check it when we’re bored and when we’re lonely, and it intensifies that boredom and loneliness.

Stop Instagramming Your Perfect Life | RELEVANT Magazine (via sereinement)

This.
Has been on my heart so much lately and reminds me of the Steven Furtick quote:
"The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel"

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The year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. The year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone I’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. The year I broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year I learned small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.

—Warsan Shire (via tooroughfingersoftheworld)

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luellaloves:

thatkindofwoman:

To be kissed like this… yeah I can’t even remember. le sigh TKoW TMI of the day. 

beatboxgoesthump:

“It made me feel like I hadn’t been kissed correctly in my life.”

— Liz Meriwether on watching the filming of the Nick & Jess kiss
 
this scene last night though!

This I definitely miss.

Oh wow oh wow oh wow

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jennyaddams:

Montreal-based Canadian photographer François Brunelle has met many unrelated people who look amazingly alike, during the course of his travels. Inviting these pairs of doppelgängers into his studio, he captured their incredible likeness in black-and-white, family-styled portraits. In some cases, the subjects even have similar expressions—it is really a wonder that they are not only not twins, but are actually completely unrelated to each other. These portraits make us wonder if we all have doppelgängers somewhere else in the world—would you like to meet yours?

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typographicverses:

Fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom - Proverbs 9:10. Designed by Aaron Harlow.

typographicverses:

Fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom - Proverbs 9:10. Designed by Aaron Harlow.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

—― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via justbesplendid)

A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.

—― Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet (via justbesplendid)