Saturday, April 19, 2014
365teapotsofpoetry:

day eighty nine, christi: holy saturday

365teapotsofpoetry:

day eighty nine, christi: holy saturday

He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. I really want you to see this, and just understand.  (via stymshaw)

(Source: a-quiet-old-soul)

nicconoh:

Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music." | Betrand Russell
"Beauty of Mathematics" by Yann Pineill & Nicolas Lefaucheux

amazingpeetaisnotonfire:

*whispers* catpuccino

(Source: exornali)

jill-bird:

You see Spongebob,  It’s a metaphor. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but never give it the power to kill you.

jill-bird:

You see Spongebob,
It’s a metaphor. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but never give it the power to kill you.

allaboutmary:

Mary and St. Peter on the first Holy Saturday, painted by Guercino (1647).

allaboutmary:

Mary and St. Peter on the first Holy Saturday, painted by Guercino (1647).

Something strange is happening — there is a great silence in earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear. From an ancient homily on Holy Saturday and from the Office of Readings for Holy Saturday. (via laudsandvespers)
I met God. Who slowly, painfully and divinely pieced me back together. A line from an old journal I found (via selahtime)

billy-pilgrims:

[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]

blogust:

i’m not changing my password. if my blog gets taken it gets taken and i can finally be free of this hell