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theraccolta:

From Lord God: A Book of Prayers for Boys and Young Men authored by Dom Hubert Van Zeller (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne, Ltd., 1936)

theraccolta:

From Lord God: A Book of Prayers for Boys and Young Men authored by Dom Hubert Van Zeller (London: Burns Oates & Washbourne, Ltd., 1936)

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mysharona1987:

A batch of wonderful book dedications.

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omfgitsthatfaggotone:

phan-in-kilts:

eremiel-fallen-angel:

thebigblackwolfe:

moopyisbestmoop:

amarriageoftrueminds:

incipientt:

blinding-eclips:

freecocaine:

The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.

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^ THAT WAS MY EXACT REACTION 

I swear tumblr if this is another Spongebob pos-

Oh.

Oh…

No words, that reaction picture says it all.

"Oh where is this fro-"

"Oh."

"*Tearing up* Oh.”

NOT EVEN KIDDING THOSE PHOTOS DESCRIBE ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!

there will never come a time when i do not reblog this beautiful slice of perfection 

Am I the only person who doesn’t know what this… Oh… Oh…

At first it was.. “Huuuuh??” And then came “ten..tenenen.. TENTEN”.. CHILDHOOD!!!!! This is magical. What kind of sorcery is this

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berlin-artparasites

berlin-artparasites

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nordicrover:

Rock Community – Community – Google+

Someone has too much time on their hands…

nordicrover:

Rock Community – Community – Google+

Someone has too much time on their hands…

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"Ah, Lord GOD!” I said,
“I know not how to speak; I am too young."

- Jer

But the reply was overwhelming.

23 July 2014

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nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you tookyour two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfecthands and tell you instead what would be discovered beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that havefought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of my battered body you will find so many things you never wouldhave looked for.I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residueof our conversations and the fragments, the smallremains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats. You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used tohang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlightand the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.Look, and find the sound of laughter under the coversand the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakesthat seem to fall inside me in slow motionand the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared meand left me alive to hold you.Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knucklesfrom the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connectsthe center of your eyes to the center of minewhen we stare at each other. Find the words.I promise there will be words and the ink will cover thered on your palms and you will  never understand how manyfit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.A magician you will swear I must be and words will bethe scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pulland get to the bottom of the words and findthe last word that has been at the bottom of the  pilesince I started collecting them all in my chest.Find the word and smile that smile that only youcan smile when you realize that word is, and was,and always will be You.  You. It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the wayyour hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunderagainst the walls, the raindrops on my skin. I will feel your hands, cold against the warmthinside me and you will feel the flapping of the birdsand butterflies, their wings stirring the dustthat collected in the time I spent waiting for you.Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across youropen palms and close your eyes as they create the breezethat will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,place them on my chest and find yourself readyand willing and more than completelyable to discover and set freeall that lives inside me.
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*


 “I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residue
of our conversations and the fragments, the small
remains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats.”

"…and it’s draped with the way
your hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunder
against the walls, the raindrops on my skin."

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #847 by Tyler Knott Gregson


Text for Tired Eyes:

Have you ever wondered what you’d find if you took
your two hands and placed them on my chest and with force,
just enough force my love, pulled it apart and wide open?
I should spare you the gore and the stains on your perfect
hands and tell you instead what would be discovered
beneath this skin and these creaking ribs that have
fought so long to keep the heartbeat inside and the pace slow.
Through the blood and bone and the broken breath of
my battered body you will find so many things you never would
have looked for.
I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residue
of our conversations and the fragments, the small
remains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats.
You will find the silhouette of shared kisses and
sparklers in the late summer air.  The breath that used to
hang above your lips in the cold of morning and the moonlight
and the sound of shuffling feet dancing beneath it.
Look, closer and ignore the red upon your fingertips.
Look, and find the sound of laughter under the covers
and the way your hair smells fresh from a shower.
It’s there, and it’s covered with giant snowflakes
that seem to fall inside me in slow motion
and the flash of the lightning that struck me but spared me
and left me alive to hold you.
Pull harder and reach and risk the scrapes on your knuckles
from the jagged ribs that  threaten your advance.
Reach and find the space and invisible thread that connects
the center of your eyes to the center of mine
when we stare at each other. Find the words.
I promise there will be words and the ink will cover the
red on your palms and you will  never understand how many
fit inside me, how many can come tumbling out.
A magician you will swear I must be and words will be
the scarf that just never seems to stop.  Pull and pull
and get to the bottom of the words and find
the last word that has been at the bottom of the  pile
since I started collecting them all in my chest.
Find the word and smile that smile that only you
can smile when you realize that word is, and was,
and always will be You.  You.
It’s there where it should be and it’s draped with the way
your hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunder
against the walls, the raindrops on my skin.
 I will feel your hands, cold against the warmth
inside me and you will feel the flapping of the birds
and butterflies, their wings stirring the dust
that collected in the time I spent waiting for you.
Feel them fly past the broken ribs and across your
open palms and close your eyes as they create the breeze
that will tickle your cheeks. Take your hands now,
place them on my chest and find yourself ready
and willing and more than completely
able to discover and set free
all that lives inside me.

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

“I’ve no doubt in my mind that you will find the residue
of our conversations and the fragments, the small
remains of a lifetime of skipped heartbeats.”

"…and it’s draped with the way
your hand feels on my skin and the rattle of thunder
against the walls, the raindrops on my skin."

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How To Stop Loving Someone Who Does Not Love You.

thelovewhisperer:

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1. When he starts distancing himself from you, do not restring bridges with your own sinew. You will find yourself two months later coming unraveled, coming undone. You will find he has left you in the places he has visited and in the hair of the girls he has imagined kissing. You will find yourself splatterpainted on the walls where while drunk he confessed all of your secrets to his college friends. You will be crying on the floor, surrounded by the parts of you he has stepped on, and he will look you in the eyes and ask you to clean up the mess.

2. When he cannot get through the words “I love you” without her eyes flicking to the side or her tongue slurring or her mouth pressing in at the edges: do not assume it is your fault. Do not think that you have yet again pushed away someone amazing. You have not. Sometimes people knock on their bones and find themselves hollow. You were the only way they felt momentarily whole, do not empty yourself to fill up their soul. Do not shatter into pieces trying to perfect yourself. You do not need to be glass to turn light into rainbows. You are a person, not their prism.

3. Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it.

4. Cry. Want them back.

5. Cry. Do not take them back.

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who-the-shit-is-kingsley-ziss0u:

Second time today I’m going to reblog this

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toddroeth:

Jesse, Hylo, and the whippoorwill wake up call.

toddroeth:

Jesse, Hylo, and the whippoorwill wake up call.

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REAAALLLYYY LIKE SERIOUSLLYYY LIKEEE FOREVUUURRR YAYA

Nawalan lang kuryente sa inyong dalawang araw, gusto mo na mag-bigti?

Tanginang pag-iisip yan.

Now go and tell that to Mulan

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