• 8:26 AM
ivvvoo:

dream room by yoduggy
  • 8:19 AM
happy #packaging #sweetteeth
  • 1:13 PM

happy #packaging #sweetteeth

rynnay:

spookyprincesshajimeichinose:

awwww-cute:

Found this little guy at college today

I wonder what he is majoring in.

maybe neuroscience.
  • 12:14 AM

rynnay:

spookyprincesshajimeichinose:

awwww-cute:

Found this little guy at college today

I wonder what he is majoring in.

maybe neuroscience.

" Christ will never be cool. Terrifying, life-changing, shocking, and iconoclastic, but never cool. Jesus is not my homeboy. The Gospel will always be relevant but never trendy. "
by Jon Foreman  (via hopefisch)
:) (at Java Joes HHI)
  • 10:01 PM

:) (at Java Joes HHI)

  • 8:31 PM
I finally found affordable agate earrings!!!
  • 8:21 PM

I finally found affordable agate earrings!!!

We biked to the beach tonight, late. There was a clear sky above and, honestly speaking, a magnificent storm in the distance, miles away. I couldn’t guess how many. The lightning lit up the entire sky, and emitted almost red-like strikes. The water was dark, and warm. We reflected Tim’s crazy-powerful laser pointers on the waves, it was like a light show. And then for the first time in my life I spotted glowing bioluminescent organisms in the water! It was so beautiful, like fireflies inside each washed-up wave.

littlebirdjenna:

Everything is always unbearably still as day escapes-slips     into night which slips into unrelenting winter.
In it’s shadow, paled memories flake away, thoughts freeze over. 

Wait. 

Open wounds thaw to the sound of a new song: “some day I’ll fly away. ” Left behind by a flock of dreams which headed south.      waiting, 
spring burns gnawing gaps through picket-fenced skeleton trees, branding words of life into bare flesh. Night.      Slips into day.

Repeat.
  • 8:31 PM

littlebirdjenna:

Everything is always unbearably still as day escapes-slips into night which slips into unrelenting winter.
In it’s shadow, paled memories flake away, thoughts freeze over.

Wait.

Open wounds thaw to the sound of a new song: “some day I’ll fly away. ” Left behind by a flock of dreams which headed south. waiting,
spring burns gnawing gaps through picket-fenced skeleton trees, branding words of life into bare flesh. Night. Slips into day.

Repeat.