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I Am Published

A wanton girls random scribblings that she pretends are writing

artmastered:

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, The Virgin of the Rosary, c.1650-55

artmastered:

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, The Virgin of the Rosary, c.1650-55

That a dead man should begin to live again is not, in the world of the Bible, an entirely unique occurrence. But it is not, in any case, what the Resurrection of Jesus expresses. The meaning of the Resurrection lies, rather, in Jesus’ passage to a form of existence which has left death behind it once for all, and so has gone beyond, once for all, the limitations of this aeon in God.

—Hans Urs von Balthasar, Mysterium Paschale (via invisibleforeigner)

(via invisibleforeigner)

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

—Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via whatalovelythought)

(Source: simply-quotes, via desabbased)

sallylloyd-jones:

The Passover Seder with friends on this snowy night (accompanied by gorgeous illustration from Caldecott winning Children’s picture book writer and illustrator, Uri Shulevitz) “He led us out of slavery into freedom, out of sorrow into joy, out of mourning into festivity, out of darkness into light, out of bondage into redemption. We shall sing Him a new song. Halleluyah!” (at Harlem, NY)

sallylloyd-jones:

The Passover Seder with friends on this snowy night (accompanied by gorgeous illustration from Caldecott winning Children’s picture book writer and illustrator, Uri Shulevitz) “He led us out of slavery into freedom, out of sorrow into joy, out of mourning into festivity, out of darkness into light, out of bondage into redemption. We shall sing Him a new song. Halleluyah!” (at Harlem, NY)

allmymetaphors:

1. You have fallen in love with the wrong person again.

2. Remember that he is the cage and you are the animal. He is your failing grace and the freckle on your eyelid. A blemish on otherwise flawless skin. Smooth out your skirt and do not look at him.

3. When he calls,…

(via mileysarmpit)

cravings:

my self esteem is going down im yelling timber

(Source: cravings, via ahahahashley)

Mama Moon

The moon, low and hovering above the horizon
its jaundiced body heaving its pregnant self off
of its bed, where it rested in some other land

before it rose awake to this dark land, the baby
of night writhing in its innards, jarring it up when
the rest of the world’s eyes grow heavy with sleep.

Full moon, once entirely awake in the night above
the sky line, while the rest of us sleep, grows gaunt
now that night has left her and bled out all over the

sky. She smiles as her baby grows al around her,his dark filling the edges of every building and each
street corner no longer needing her she grows small

and away.

I do not want to be lonely all my life but people only make us lonelier by reminding us of God.

Flannery O’Connor, from her prayer journal, 4/14/47

Sometimes you open up FOC’s newly published prayer journal and BAM! beautiful words hit you in the face.

(via invisibleforeigner)

i am a beggar always
who begs in your mind

(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i

am this person of whom somehow
you are never wholly rid(and who

does not ask for more than
just enough dreams to
live on)
after all, kid

you might as well
toss him a few thoughts

a little love preferably,
anything which you can’t
pass off on other people: for
instance a
plugged promise-

the he will maybe (hearing something
fall into his hat)go wandering
after it with fingers;till having

found
what was thrown away
himself
taptaptaps out of your brain, hopes, life
to(carefully turning a
corner)never bother you any more

—e.e. cummings, “i am a beggar always” (via invisibleforeigner)

Cold Front

Hours before, the sky is bright, clear blue
birds all atwitter in their home trees
and then the wind starts to kick
up, the sky tinting down
and here it comes
the cold
again

Hours before, I am smiling, laughing
my hands moving quickly as I
attempt to prove a point
and my mouth opens
wide as I gaffaw
then it bleeds
out of me;
so sorry

v0ciferation:

checks grades

*bastille voice* how am i gonna be an optimist about this

(via sooyounged)

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