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Leanne Jack| most of my days in picture |Ps 94:18 |

What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. The notion that it's too late to do anything is comical. Its hilarious.We cant, we must not lose this sense of possibility. Because in the end, it's all we have. -Marina Keegan <p> insta: @ljackjackjack

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“I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.”

— Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York  (via thatkindofwoman)

“Spiritual things satisfy: the more of heaven there is in a soul, the less will earth content. The joys of God’s Spirit are heart-filling and heart-cheering.”

— Thomas Watson "Puritan Gems" (via jesus-christ-is-king)

“Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.”

— Benjamin Franklin (via observando)

“I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.”

— Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via whatalovelythought)

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”

— C.S. Lewis  (via dailydoseofstuf)

“To me, music is the abstract art where the painter flings rage and tragedy and bliss all onto one canvas in the absence of a concrete view of the world. There is something poetic, something rare and majestic about a hurricane of sixteenth notes and crescendo of a midnight storm from pianissimo to fortissimo. There is something fragile about music, something raw and vulnerable about the descent into a bittersweet ribbon of denial, willing you to feel the hurt and betrayal and regret as if music is a human being and you can almost see it weeping and clawing at its chest. And there is something exciting, something wonderful and unmatched about a lover’s song in the morning when the sun wakes up and it’s a new day waiting for something beautiful to happen. That’s what I love about music: it has the power to make you feel so much, to feel something you’ve never felt before as if you truly experienced that moment. It has the power to let you see the world through a kaleidoscope, to see the beauty buried beneath the rubble of destruction. To someone with a concrete view of the world, music is just something that is there, something that is minimally pleasurable every once in a while. But god, to people who inhale abstraction like it is oxygen, music is more than just an accompaniment to one’s lackluster day – it is a person, a friend, a lover. It is an honest-to-god human being with feelings just like you and me.”

Seeing through a kaleidoscope || n.s.t. (via o-ffings)

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

— Dead Poet’s Society (John Keating) (1989)
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It’s so sad to find out that someone who brought so much joy and happiness to so many people wasn’t even happy themselves.

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