courage is what it takes to stand up and speak.
courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
- winston churchill -
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Out of death, life
Out of night, day, glory from sorrow
Out of grief, joy
Out of storm, comes strength for tomorrow
Out of dust, gold
Out of fire, air, comfort forsaken
Out of rage, calm
Out of loss, find, glory awaken

davidvanilla:

Welcome to tumblr.

(via fifteenthfloorelation)

jakebuggh:

So here are a bunch of resources i’ve gathered. I thought that I’d share them because they’re really helpful. Hope they’ll make your life easier! I’ve never made one of these before, so let me know if any of the links aren’t working. 

writing 

makeup and hair 

school

tumblr-related things

feeling down?

bored?

games

 food to make

photo editing things

art references

sounds n music

learn to do things

quizzes

other useful things

(Source: lilversailles, via fifteenthfloorelation)

marshallmitchell:

Kingdom and a King - Robbie Seay Band

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart 

(Source: thresca, via quote-book)

rrudysteiner:
“ “Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks. They look drawn on, and for...

rrudysteiner:

“Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks. They look drawn on, and for some reason, when I see them, I want to cry. It is not for any sadness or pride. I just like the way they move and change. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.”  

(via indifferentomens)

“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”

I saw this beautiful classic 66’ Chevy Impala at the one, random, small Oklahoma town diner my family stopped at, on our mini Sunday roadtrip.

She was a gorgeous car. 

joonchi:

and you’ll never find your way back.

(via deanschevyimpala-deactivated201)

…like, I don’t like my job, I don’t like this town, I don’t like my clothes, I don’t like my own last name. I don’t know how else to explain it, except that it feels like I should be doing something else. It’s just something in my blood.

— Sam Winchester, It’s a Terrible Life (via saramichaels)

(Source: sar-mi)

saramichaels:

“Loving Ice Cream Is Easy”
— Ben Rector (feat. Dave Barnes, Steve Moakler, & Andrew Ripp)

Rector can sing pretty much anything. I know he’s being silly here… but, his songs have had a huge impact on me over the past year or so (in the best way). Thankful for that.

(Source: youtube.com, via sar-mi)

nicolemurphyphoto:

NEEDTOBREATHE at the World Pulse Festival