restoring joy

our mouths were filled with laughter

our tongues they were loosed with joy

restore us oh lord, restore us oh lord

although we are weeping lord help us keep sowing

the seed of your kingdom for the day you will reap them

your sheaths we will carry

lord please do not tarry

all those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy.

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Small Joys

 the small joys in life are getting me through the rest of the semester
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It is not easy … to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the slugger. He waits for the moment of inevitability and fate and then he swings, or shoots, or takes up the pen to put down a line. They don’t teach us to wait in America; they teach us to grab. But waiting is what we do when we are looking for something beautiful, when we are looking for an end to our sorrow. Nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow. You just have to wait.
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We'll fall just like stars being hung by only string
Everything, everything, here is gone
No map can direct how to ever make it home
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 Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
-Pablo Picasso
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I Don't Feel It Anymore : William Fitzsimmons

Travelers Bug

i've been on spring break...thus the lack of posts. i also caught the traveler's bug.

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the bean

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the kiss by rodin

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national gallery of art

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cherry blossoms

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Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret?
Lemony Snicket: Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding
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Snow Mazes of Norway: Jenny Dalton

Up With the Birds

it's march, and right now its 55 degrees outside. thus, i am not doing homework. it's too beautiful and it smells good outside. i knew it would be lovely outside when i got to see the sunrise. but i'm also a morning person.
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homemade chai latte
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 eating some butternut squash bisque at city vu
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 spray roses for a monday morning
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 detail of thursday's outfit
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 lavender and honey scones
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have a lovely tuesday!

Up With the Birds : Coldplay

lost in my mind

it's been a busy past few days. but very pleasant to say the least. i've drifted out of my dance music pandora station and into my 'head and the heart' pandora station. it's been a nice change with the severe weather change. the weather makes me want to sit inside with coffee and a good book.

hearts & cityscapes

 saturday snack · lightning flowers · eva the rosemary

my main squeeze

i'm going to stop procrastinating now.

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Chicago : Sufjan Stevens

skepticism and fascination

mondays and tuesdays should always include skepticism with a little dash of fascination. that's all for this morning.
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my beautiful friend annie from her blog, hummel
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some tumblr action going on.
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 one of my favorite shots from a recent update on lace
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Wallflower - Agnes Obel

Gems

i've been listening to dance music lately. it helps me get my homework done faster which is nice. i also bought flowers last weekend which was also nice. i might not be sleeping tonight due to the black coffee i drank before gathering. which might also explain the fact that my thoughts keep jumping around. classic sunday.
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i get to look at the evolution of fashion magazines in my art history class. dreams do come true
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 the carnations i bought in a mason jar.
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not being afraid to ask the hard questions 
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the man i date sends me gems like this.
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i've had about five cups of tea today in one of my jars.
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roses on the table in the sun
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these are the gems of my weekend. i hope you had as lovely of a weekend as i did.


Higher - Tao Cruz featuring Kylie Mingue
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When Love Takes Over - David Guetta featuring Kelly Rowland

The Ink Ran Clear

And I’m sorry if I haven’t written to you in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire.




You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It’s just that time stopped ticking. It’s just that all the ink ran clear.

My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.
 




-I Wrote This For You

Rest in the Bed: Laura Marling