1. Let it breathe through you. Whoosh.

    (Source: Spotify)

  2. nevver:

    You can’t there from here, André Pillay

    (Source: andreart.yolasite.com, via natblant)

  3. moviesincolor:

    TV Week
    Lost, S2: Ep 10 - The 23rd Psalm
    Cinematography: John S. Bartley

  4. yankees:

    A ninth inning no baseball fan will ever forget.

  6. Interstellar (2014), dir. Christopher Nolan (x)

    (Source: finlandias)

  7. thefilmfatale:

    New poster for Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar

  8. meaganshorey:




    I just can’t wait.


  9. as long as there is here

    It’s okay if you’re in one of your moods tonight.

    It’s okay if the wind on your cheeks brings tears to your eyes and you cry that the yellow warmth of summer is slipping away.

    It’s okay if you don’t see the purpose of your pain, and it’s okay if you don’t think that there is a purpose to it. Maybe you’re right. Maybe there isn’t.

    It’s okay if you don’t want to run in the morning. It’s okay if you didn’t answer the phone when a family member called you.

    It’s okay if you don’t feel good. I mean that if you feel that there isn’t much good about you, you certainly shouldn’t feel ashamed.

    Just remember something tonight. Or tomorrow. Or whenever you’re feeling deep and dark and sad.

    You’re here. You made it this far.

    You’re here and I’m here and we’re here together. There are 7 billion of us here right now.

    7 billion! Have you ever seen 7 billion of anything? Does that number mean anything to you? I have a hard time imagining it. 7 billion people. It’s hard to fathom.

    There isn’t a single person out of the lot of us that asked to be here. We all just showed up one day. And in 200 years, none of us will be walking around. We’ll all be somewhere underground or spread around or drifting around in space and there will be a new group that is walking around, maybe in the exact spot you’re sitting right now.

    But right now, in this moment, we’re here. And as long as there is a here to be present in, I have to do my best to be there.

    I’ve spent too much of my life wishing that I were somewhere else. I’ve spent too much of my life feeling sorry for where I’ve been or what I’ve done.

    I want to write. So dammit, I’m going to write.

    I want to be a great friend. So dammit, I’m going to be a great friend.

    I want to have a home. So dammit, I’m going to learn what that means.

    I want to learn about God and meaning. So dammit, I’m going to do that.

    I want to do something with my life that makes the world better. So dammit, I’m going to make the world better.

    There are going to be days when I don’t do these things, and I forgive myself in advance for those days. There are days when I’m going to mess up so terribly that I’ll have to start over. I extend grace and love to myself in advance for those days.

    I’m rooting for me and I’m rooting for you and I’m rooting for us as long as we have a here to call home.

  10. yankees:

    No harm done, just hug it out. 


  12. All day.

    (Source: Spotify)


  13. meganamram:

    One year ago today, I got in the driver’s seat of a car that my mother paid for and gave me and drove from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles, California to (at most) flourish and (at least) not die. Ten years ago today, some normal-sized people hijacked some normal-sized planes and flew them into…

    "I want to be not-dead every day of my life."


  14. "Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom."
    — Søren Kierkegaard (via observando)

    (via wildandgrey)


  15. on timshel

    I just finished Steinbeck’s East of Eden, and I have to confess that I wasn’t as moved by his exposition of the word timshel as everyone else. When I first came to this realization, I was a bit upset at myself.

    I thought, “Why don’t I feel like everyone else? Wasn’t I supposed to be blown away? Amazed? Wasn’t my life supposed to be altered by this book?”

    Don’t get me wrong. It’s a great book. I think everyone should read it.

    But please, don’t read it because someone told you about timshel. Don’t read it because everyone else read it. Don’t read it because you want to sound well-versed to people you want to impress.

    Read it for yourself. Allow yourself the dignity of opening up the book and staring down the ink without expectations.

    Glory in the dry dirt and skinny cows of the Hamilton farm. Look into Cathy’s eyes. Feel the sun on your face through the thin willow branches. Drink with Samuel and Adam and Lee.

    Whatever treasure falls from the pages of this book as you turn them, hold it dearly and without judgement. Let your pen underline the bits of the book that you’re positive nobody else has underlined but the words stuck out to you anyway.

    If the word timshel means something powerful to you, that is good and wonderful. But if you find that you were drawn to the Hamilton’s mule or Cal’s prayerful tears or Lee’s listening ear, you have still found a beautiful and important treasure.