wayfaring [wey-fair-ing].

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes

I struggle to find any truth in your lies  

And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know  

My weakness I feel I must finally show  

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all  

But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall  

Lend me your eyes I can change what you see 

But   your   soul  you  must     keep,   totally     f  r  e  e

What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? matthew 16:26

going off the grid.....be back after while....


via: earthageblog.prettystuff. lemlem.

Pa`ri`si`enne´.

 heart flutters. heart flutterssss.  

via sterlingstyle. catalpastreet. letter from picasso to gertrude stein. MASSIMO GIORGETTI. msgm. wellanddaper. musingsinfemininity. noscow. 

text from my mother.

Friday, June 15.    9:01 am. 

Well i just got up and charlie bought mr a fresh doughnut. Happy anniversary to us! I could have eaten 38. Good thing there was only one. Oh, Do you want a pedi next week? 

image via Oracle Fox. 

(lynn)spiration.

i fully credit lynn for inspiring me to apply a bold lip color before six am. and to my delight, it put a little extra pep in my step throughout my work day. so here's to lynnspiration to come....

via: Nadya_Wasylko_Bullett. Marloes Horst. elizabeth+james. musingsinfeminity. 

vital memory.

Without memory, learning would be impossible. If our minds recorded nothing from the past, we would be unable to learn anything new. All of our experiences would be lost as soon as they ended, and each new situation would be totally unfamiliar. Without memory, we would repeatedly have the same experiences for the 'first time.' 

Memory gives  r i c h n e s s  to life- the pleasure of happy remembrances as well as the sorrow of unhappy ones. 

via: ÅSA LIFFNER. thebowtielife. crushculdesac.  Rudolf Scheer und Söhne. modernhepburn. bethmoore(Lifeway) adapted from WorldBook. 

living house.

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.

— C.S. Lewis

via: aliceiswonderfultumblr. convoytumblr. thebeautifulsoup. paulraeside. ylava skarp's home for PLAZA Interior. jamesgreer. whiteswallowstumblr.