The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world. ❘❘ Warsan Shire (via therevolutionwillbeblogged)


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The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. ❘❘ Rachel Naomi Remen (via awelltraveledwoman)
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All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world- darling arms that I love so to feel around me. How much longer before they’ll be here to stay? When I do get home again, you’ll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you. ❘❘ Zelda to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via cozyrachel)
You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you. ❘❘ Redvers Bailey (via kvtes)
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how blessed am i to have personal prayer + reflection scheduled in to my mandatory schedule every day.
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This lady. Such an inspiration with such a heart for the Lord’s work. Love you kvtes!
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It’s so easy for me to feel warm, loving thoughts about friends or family members… and then go on about my day, never reaching out, sending a text, or setting a date to connect.

I think about them all the time, pray for them, and watch the details of their lives spool out over Facebook—first day of school photos, last moments of summer photos. I feel connected and warm, full of affection for these lovely people.

But how on earth would they know that?

❘❘ Shauna Niequist, Storyline Blog (via pureblyss)
She had been too busy trying to transform herself into the kind of person who doesn’t need anything from anybody, a wall of pure bricks. In the meantime, she had forgotten that when people walk into walls of bricks, they get hurt. ❘❘ Unknown (via perfect)



My anaconda don’t want none unless the state of the economy recovers, minimum wage workers see an increase in their pay, and women, racial, and sexual minorities acquire their rights.