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The Cherries - Louis Valtat 1926
French 1869 - 1952
Oil on canvas,10 ½ by 13 ¾ in.; 27 by 35 cm
Growing heart by Krinna
Would you kiss an ancient forest spirit?
○ yes
○ yes
○ super yes
big shoutout to everyone being embarrassing and ugly and cringe worthy and stupid right now. you are living life the way it was meant to be lived babe
Strawberries going ❤🍓
“You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage but He is building a palace. He intends to come & live in it Himself.”
— C. S. Lewis (via peterdwebb)
My life is just a constant journey to seek warmth. No metaphor. I mean like coats and jackets. Getting under the sheets and standing under heat lamps. Soup.
Just saw someone say "I can't wait until he does something problematic" in response to seeing a musician they don't like
People on this website can't even dislike something in a normal way, like even the state of having a preference for a different artist has to be "I can't wait until I am morally justified and therefore vindicated for my distaste."
Imagine that. "I hope this person hurts others so I can stop hearing about them."
Tumblr poisoned your brain and you're morally bankrupt. Go outside.
“Sitting in the presence of God, reading Scriptures, listening to worship music, letting God speak to us personally … these are the things that truly prepare us to be the best for one another relationally. If we don’t spend time in the morning with the Lord battling stresses on our knees, we’ll wrestle in our flesh the rest of the day. And if we don’t lay down being grumpy, negative, anxious, selfish, and angry at the cross… we’ll carry it with us everywhere. Changing locations won’t fix what we carry inside of us. Let’s purpose in our hearts tonight how we’ll spend our mornings in the week ahead, sweet friends.”
— Lysa TerKeurst
I made a fool of myself today and I will make a fool of myself tomorrow. Good night
women are socialized to be so accommodating of others and you don’t even realize it until you’re already in the middle of some elaborate favor for someone and you’re wondering what the fuck you’re even doing
Keith Haring, Journals