You are made
out of comets
and stars.

Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.

For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light…
Ephesians 5:8

"Listen, can I tell you the truth about something?"
1x05 ‘Girl Meets The Truth’



Couple Married 61 Years Ago Takes “Up” Inspired Anniversary Photos via

Love. 💞

Oh yes.

This is too perfect and precious.


struggles of a five year old

I feel like this 5 year-old embodies my reactions to some things…




Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair

Be more appealing, Chris Pratt, I dare you.

The Summer of Pratt rages on and I see no end in sight. The Summer of Pratt could last until 2016 for all I know or care. 

May the Summer of Pratt never end.

Chris Pratt can French braid… I can’t even French braid!

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Books are my wardrobe to Narnia.
comelestelledigiorno (via comelestelledigiorno)

(via turningpagebooks)

You know I’m old in some ways. In others, well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness and I dread responsibility.
 F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via madamecuriewasmymother)

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

They’re never just books.

They’re whole worlds bound in paper and ink and spines. They’re the friends who never left you behind, the ones who were always there when the rest of the world wasn’t, the ones who turned a rainy day into an adventure.

They’re the ones that didn’t care that you were a little overweight, that you had glasses or flat feet or had to use an inhaler at the thought of a mile run.

They’re the ones that didn’t laugh or make fun.

They’re the ones who encouraged you to think, to work, to create, that showed it was a worthy endeavor to put words to paper. They’re the ones who inspired, pushed you to make your own worlds, your own stories.

Like a symbol of scientific notation, stories are an immense force of the universe bound within the confines of something as small as a paperback.