September 19, 2013
"This church with which we should be thinking is the home of all, not a small chapel that can hold only a small group of selected people. We must not reduce the bosom of the universal church to a nest protecting our mediocrity."

Pope Francis

Catholics… Accepting others? Viva la papa!


September 7, 2013


Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

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August 13, 2013
"I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

Charles Bukowski (via calamityjanie)

I adore that poetry can be so sensual without disclosing any explicit details.

July 16, 2013
"If I love you more, will you suffer less?"

— Elie Wiesel quotes his five-year-old grandson at Boston University lecture series (via melaniekirsh)

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July 10, 2013

I wanted to travel before, but now that I have you, I need it. I need to marvel at the earth’s natural wonders with you by my side. Let me walk behind you, observing your effortless gait, as we hike through fields of flowers. Kiss me as we wade nervously in the chilly waters of the Pacific. Laugh with me as we throw our cares into the wind. Laugh at the lives we thought we’d lead because this life is so much better.

(via -theperfectmistake)

July 10, 2013

I’m like Joni Mitchell: I would drink a case of you, lover. However, our tale, our outcome, is different than the classic folk tune. I’d sway and stumble, giddy with the intoxication only you can provide. You would knock me off my feet.

July 9, 2013


in the end

i want my heart

to be covered

in stretch marks

(via ellaorvokki)

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May 4, 2013
"Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if possible. Trace the rises and falls of the little ripples on your skin — the scars, the dimples, the cellulite — and think about how much you try to hide these things in your day-to-day. Wonder why you hate them so much, and if this hate stems from somewhere within yourself, or as a result of being told all your life that it’s wrong to have physical flaws. Wonder what you would think of your body if you never looked at a magazine, if you never thought about celebrities and models, if you never had to wonder where someone would rate you on a scale of 10. Look at yourself until the initial recoil softens, and you can consider your features in a more forgiving frame of mind.
Listen to the music which makes you want to both sob and dance with uninhibited joy, and allow yourself to repeat any song you want as many times as your heart desires. Think of the person you are when you have your favorite song in your headphones and are walking down a street you feel you own completely, swaying your hips and smiling for no good reason — remember how many things you love about yourself during those moments, how much you are willing to forgive in yourself, how confident you are for no good reason. Try to think of confidence as a gift you give yourself when you need it, instead of something you have to siphon from every unreliable source in your life. Dance because the music makes you remember how much you love yourself, not because it allows you to forget the fact that you don’t.
Write a list of all the things you like about yourself, even if you think it’s a self-indulgent and narcissistic activity. Start as early as you like in your life — put down that time you won a trophy playing little league soccer when you were eight and then got an extra-large shake at the DQ on the way home, and don’t feel silly for remembering it. Try to understand how many sources in your life happiness can come from, how many things you could be proud of if you chose to. Ask yourself why you so tightly limit the things you take pride in, why you set your own hurdles for happiness and fulfillment so much higher than you do with anyone else in your life. Let your list go on for pages and pages if you want it to.
Touch and care for yourself with the attention and the patience that you would someone you loved more than life itself. Rub lotion in small circles on your elbows and hands when it is cold and your skin is dry and cracked. Make soup for yourself when your nose is running and curl up, with your favorite movie, in a pile of expertly-stacked pillows. Light a few candles and let their glow flicker against your body. Admire how gentle they are, how delicately their warmth touches you — wonder why you don’t let yourself do the same. Soak your feet in warm water at the end of a long day, until they have forgiven you for walking on them for so long without so much as a “thank you.” Listen to your body when it aches to be touched, and don’t be afraid to give it every orgasm that you may have been too ashamed to ask for in someone else’s bed.
Be patient with yourself, and don’t worry if a switch doesn’t flip in you which abruptly takes you from “crippling self-doubt” to “uncompromising self-love.” Allow yourself all the trepidation and clumsy, uneven infatuation that you would with a promising stranger. Try only to be kinder, to be softer, and to remember all of the things within you which are worth loving. Listen to the voice in the back of your head which tells you, as much out of sadness as anger, “You are ugly. You are stupid. You are boring.” Give it the fleeting moment of attention it so craves, and then remind it, “Even if that were true, I’d still be worth loving.”"

— Chelsea Fagan

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April 18, 2013
"That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too."

— Kaui Hart Hemmings (via wryer)

(Source: katelouisepowell, via hurtlamb)

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April 13, 2013
"Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night"

Romeo and Juliet, Act 3 scene 2 (via rejouir)

April 6, 2013

Don’t run away, don’t slip away my dear.

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April 5, 2013
"When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it’s bottomless, that it doesn’t have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space."

— Pema Chodron  (via nirvikalpa)

(Source: lazyyogi, via storyofacollegeyogi)

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April 4, 2013
"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."

honeyfungus (via pixelglitch)

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April 2, 2013
"He can be ordinary in the best ways and still dance like a poet through every word he says."

— Sara Bareilles, My Love

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