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"More than glossing things over, I'd rather have your real intentions."

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Maybe it takes something you used to want in the past to point out the goodness of what you have. Maybe we get bored with stuff because we put so much importance in things that are new.
Ginger Foutely (via as-told-by-ginger)

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Have you ever been struck by the feeling that something is… wrong. Nothing in particular mind you, nothing that you can quite put your finger on, just an overwhelming sense that things in your universe have, well, shifted. And even if the answer is right there, staring you straight in the eye, somehow, you still don’t see it.
Ginger Foutley (via as-told-by-ginger)

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You don’t have to be afraid of your feelings. Ever. No matter what they are. And no one knows you better than you know yourself. So don’t let people try to convince you that you’re someone you’re not.
Lois Foutley (via as-told-by-ginger)

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nythroughthelens:

Bow Bridge and trees in the snow. Central Park winter. New York City.
I miss the snow.
I miss the silence: deafening silence punctuated by small breaths signifying flutters of life in a world swallowed by the sinking, seductive embrace of serenity.
That type of serenity isn’t easy to come by in a city that moves faster than the speed of hope: it’s frenetic core blinked into existence by anxious dreamers.
If I hold still, very still, for just a moment and close my eyes, I can paint my serenity memory on the backs of my eyelids.
In this moment the world stops rotating long enough and my breath reverberates alongside the earth’s heartbeat.
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nythroughthelens:

Bow Bridge and trees in the snow. Central Park winter. New York City.

I miss the snow.

I miss the silence: deafening silence punctuated by small breaths signifying flutters of life in a world swallowed by the sinking, seductive embrace of serenity.

That type of serenity isn’t easy to come by in a city that moves faster than the speed of hope: it’s frenetic core blinked into existence by anxious dreamers.

If I hold still, very still, for just a moment and close my eyes, I can paint my serenity memory on the backs of my eyelids.

In this moment the world stops rotating long enough and my breath reverberates alongside the earth’s heartbeat.

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View this photo larger and on black on my Google Plus page

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Buy “The Serenity of Snow - Central Park - New York City” Posters and Prints here, View my store, email me, or ask for help.

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“It may seem odd to modern readers, or even counterintuitive, that a religion that built its reputation on possessing the truth had members who attempted to disseminate their understanding of the truth though deceptive means. But it is precisely what happened. The use of deception to promote the truth may well be considered one of the most unsettling ironies of the early christian tradition.”
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“It may seem odd to modern readers, or even counterintuitive, that a religion that built its reputation on possessing the truth had members who attempted to disseminate their understanding of the truth though deceptive means. But it is precisely what happened. The use of deception to promote the truth may well be considered one of the most unsettling ironies of the early christian tradition.”

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We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.
William Arthur Ward

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