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at the end of the tunnel

@teadrinkerbookreader / teadrinkerbookreader.tumblr.com

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But I cannot help thinking that the best way of knowing God is to love many things. Love this friend, this person, this thing, whatever you like, and you will be on the right road to understanding Him better, that is what I keep telling myself. But you must love with a sublime, genuine, profound sympathy, with devotion, with intelligence, and you must try all the time to understand Him more, better and yet more. That will lead to God, that will lead to an unshakeable faith.

Vincent van Gogh (via diedformelivingforhim)

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9buttersxxx

On of the best commercials I’ve seen in years, BRILLIANT. .. (hope it uploads right my tablet been actin odd lol)

just have to add , you’ll love the twist at the end…

I honestly did not see that coming.

Aww yis.

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oomshi

MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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file this under the shit-load of under appreciated people who you never learn about in school

By fucking hand, bro.

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tarynel

you always hear about the first man on the moon but never this 

I didn’t know this !!!!

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Winter air in my lungs. I can hardly breathe, but I keep my windows open anyways because it reminds me of the feeling when you first kissed me. Your lips were cool, but your eyes were embers, and your smile reached out to steal air from my lungs (which is so selfish because your love should know about the inhaler I carry around in my backpack but so exhilirating all the same). I like my coffee black, but now I put two sugars in every morning, to remind me of your habits, of the sweetness of your skin. The Greeks put gods into statues, I put mine (you) into poetry, sleep in your sweaters, listen to your music. It is not that you have taken over me, but more that I am reaching out to feel your essence when I cannot reach across the bed to feel your chest. I look for you in the shards of sunlight that spill through the window panes, in the way the river bubbles when it runs high, in red nailpolish, in the smell of secondhand books, in the burn of icy winter air.

-Trying to find you (via whenpoetsbleed)

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