grace camille

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"...but I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love." || Quo Vadis

 

I read; I travel; I become.

Derek Walcott (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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When you think of what you are, and despair; think also of what He is, and take heart.

Charles Spurgeon (via buttondownsandbackpacks)

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thatkindofwoman:

old-hopes-and-boots:

Gathering up by Jeff Vanuga

For some reason, my family calls our little pack of horses “buddies”. So, I saw this and thought exactly “Look at those buddies!”

thatkindofwoman:

old-hopes-and-boots:

Gathering up by Jeff Vanuga

For some reason, my family calls our little pack of horses “buddies”. So, I saw this and thought exactly “Look at those buddies!”

allthetreesofthefield:

I’m down the river, I’m near the open

I’m down the river to where I’m going

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2 days ago - 304

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First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.

First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.

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We find no peace for our weary bones unless we cling to the word of grace.

Martin Luther (via awelltraveledwoman)

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sterlinggraves:

romance: saying “i do” on top of a mountain.

sterlinggraves:

romance: saying “i do” on top of a mountain.

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I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.

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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

Sandra Cisneros (via mandyschmandy)

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