twentysomething, unabashed nerd, occasionally a redhead. traveller, grace-receiver, Christ-lover, dreamer.

 

vega-ofthe-lyre:

—You don’t like sunflowers?—No, it’s not that I don’t like them. I find them complex. Always somewhere between living and dying. Half-human as they turn to the sun. A little disgusting. But, you know, they are a challenge.

vega-ofthe-lyre:

—You don’t like sunflowers?
—No, it’s not that I don’t like them. I find them complex. Always somewhere between living and dying. Half-human as they turn to the sun. A little disgusting. But, you know, they are a challenge.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry” (translated by Alastair Reid)

(Source: awritersruminations)

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.

C.S. Lewis  (via artistsuffer)

(Source: 13neighbors)

asoulsittingup:

colchrishadfield:

The Florida Keys look especially vulnerable from orbit. 

This might be an all-time favourite. (And it’s not even a city at night!)

asoulsittingup:

colchrishadfield:

The Florida Keys look especially vulnerable from orbit.

This might be an all-time favourite. (And it’s not even a city at night!)