homeo- stasis
"i want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair."




Our day at Multnomah Falls.

August 22, 2014 / 3,426 notes
It’s sad, how frequent we smile
at a flower or a cloud;
build skyscrapers out of blood
when we see the distance
between our palms and the moon
and as the sun sets
we sleep; and the stars weep
in the darkness. So many of us have forgotten
how to bloom in the darkened side of yellow.
Michel LazzaroFreedom & Pain (via elzaro)
August 22, 2014 / 10 notes



you know that one album that youve listened to so many times and youd defend it with your life and you can anticipate every single little note that comes after the other and you can sing along to every word and it just has a special place in your heart that no other album can fill

mmhmm by relient k

August 22, 2014 / 35,576 notes



I’ve been watching this for 5 minutes and giggling like an idiot.


August 20, 2014 / 130,378 notes

not gonna lie i’m all about waiting for the right godly guy to come along into my life and being happy with this season of singleness but right now i just want someone to push me up against a wall and make out with me like the world is gonna end in 7.2093412 minutes 

August 20, 2014 / 15 notes


Steve Rogers isn’t a hero because he’s Captain America

Captain America is a hero because he’s Steve Rogers

August 20, 2014 / 26,737 notes



while my prof was setting up for his lecture… 


excuse me while I reblog this for the 36th time

August 20, 2014 / 510,221 notes


I am never going to write a six word story because what I’m seeing aren’t stories, they’re statements or feelings or whatever. Things like “I loved him and he loved me” or “I missed her most at night” aren’t stories. They’re sentiments. Which is fine but defeats the point. Hemingway’s “for sale: baby shoes, never worn” tells me an infinite amount of things in a numbered structure. It tells me of pain and grief and loss. The fact that he manages to do that in six words is nothing short of miraculous. Unless I can write a six word story with that much loaded into such a tiny space, I’m going to refrain. It feels like doing it injustice.


August 19, 2014 / 319 notes
August 19, 2014 / 8,405 notes

Many Christians have a confidence problem. They love Christ but are ashamed of everything associated with him. They want to be known as a Christian — just not that type of Christian. You know the type: the Westboro Baptists of the world; the scumbag televangelists on late-night cable; the fear-mongering preachers spewing apocalyptic prophecies; the proselytizers that scream at people outside of baseball stadiums; the celebrities claiming stupid things in the name of God; the “friends” who post bigoted messages on Facebook; the politicians who manipulate faith communities to serve their agendas; the anti-science, anti-environment, anti-women, anti-homosexuality, and anti-everything Christians who basically spread negativity wherever they go — the people who drag Christ’s name through the mud.

But the Gospel of Christ is a story of redemption, and even the Christian legacy — filled with violence, greed, duplicity, exclusion, and injustice — can be set right by the love of Christ.

August 19, 2014 / 158 notes