poyzn:

Quick and simple lifehacks.

(via baconating)

toodeepforyou:

tits-mcgeeeee:

rayladelasoul:

I can kinda hear the blast in my head when they collide.

Sound doesn’t travel in space. You wouldn’t hear a thing.

then how the fuck do you explain all the sounds in star wars checkmate motherfucker

toodeepforyou:

tits-mcgeeeee:

rayladelasoul:

I can kinda hear the blast in my head when they collide.

Sound doesn’t travel in space. You wouldn’t hear a thing.

then how the fuck do you explain all the sounds in star wars checkmate motherfucker

(Source: 12-gauge-rage, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

WHEN I THINK ABOUT STARTING A BIG PAPER

howdoiputthisgently:

(via nashvilleprep)

Romans 3:23

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified FREELY by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus."

Poem of the Day

The Omega

Dearest, God, I have brought you the world.

Inside are the beginnings of the earth,

the great

cities,

the moon circling the stars above the

plains.

And here is the universe as you

intended it,

your hat, your denim overalls for you

have

left the plow in the field and been a

better

father to me.

When I was five you stroked my hair

after I

fell from my horse. You tied my shoes

before

school

and did not leave me to the wavering

mercies of my

mother.

You gathered me into your chest and

now you are

gathering

me again, sewing stars into my hair,

preparing me

for marriage.

Turn my voice, Lord, my wayward

tongue. Let

me lie along the breadth of you the

way the

planets do,

gas giants and the blue-stained-blue

worlds

dangling

from your fingers. Here is my heart,

beating

bloody the

rhythm of your breath from the first

day you

placed your mouth

over mine. Oh take me now from this

world into

yours

and you need not give me wings but

only a little

allowance

of your love. I will abide with you and

comfort

you,

my Father taken from me too soon,

 your eyes growing heavy,

the world unraveling back to the

beginning,

all the way back before I first found

you in the

garden,

under a bush,

burning fire in your hands.

—Rebecca Cook, Georgia Review,

Summer 2013

To be almost saved is to be totally lost.

If I ever meet any of the members of one direction I’m going to pretend I have no idea who they are so they will fall madly in love with me.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY