October 2010
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Oct 30th
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ListenSweetpea Amos Lee (via jellyisawesome)
Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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“Let my heart be broken by the things that break the heart of God.”
– Bob Pierce (World Vision founder)
Oct 30th
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The great and silent places
It’s one of those comfortable wet nights where you can wear shorts and a loose singlet and be wandering up and down dark, winding stairs to the kitchen for water and not be cold or feel less-bright somehow. The gurgling in the gutter tells me it’s wet out, but there’s no tapping of water on glass. A symphony as droplets meet the new leaves of that old tree and pervasive boredom, is ...
Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 21st
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The cherry blossom girl →
The most enviable wardrobe in the world.
Oct 21st
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Oct 21st
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Oct 15th
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“Because you are in control of your life. Don’t ever forget that. You are what...”
– Barbara Hall (via kari-shma)
Oct 15th
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ListenBelong Cary Brothers (via carybrothers)
Oct 15th
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Oct 15th
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The weather is broken
I’ve not seen weather this crazy for a while. Howling winds, rain, hail, the sky clear one minute and black the next. I was woken up at 1am and couldn’t sleep again for the battering at my window — how unlucky to have the head of the bed there. Instead I spent the night reading. Again. Like I’d done the previous day, just drifting in and out of sleep and ‘White...
Oct 15th
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Oct 2nd
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The reluctant father: a photographic journey →
Fatherhood isn’t instant. This is honest and adorable (click on each photo to follow the story).
Oct 2nd
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Oct 1st
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Oct 1st
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“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast....”
– Tommy D, from ‘Never Let Me Go’ — Kazuuo Ishiguro (via ayespy)
Oct 1st
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Oct 1st
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Never let me go
Just today I made an unpleasant discovery — that when I’m tired, everything takes on a sheen of familiarity. This came as I was walking through the shelves at Borders, going up one and down the other aimlessly, picking up calendars and diaries and putting them down, reading chapters of random books, or things that I’d wished I had more time for. Somehow, tired, it felt like home...
Oct 1st