hello lovelies! i’m currently on a roadtrip across western USA. here’s what yesterday, july 10th, looked like for me:
> good morning from yellowstone!
> car readin’
> grand teton national park. perf reflection.
> friendship bracelet makin’
> hello idaho!
> bear lake.
> waiting in traffic.
> aaaand we’re in SLC! temple view.
> free nba summer league game ft. the utah jazz! the boys were quite stoked.
and there ya have it, my first 10on10 ever!
((ps. i have had extremely limited access to wifi this past week, and will continue to over the next few weeks. aka i won’t be checking in regularly ‘til the end of the month!))
What you went through God was there, what you’re going through God is with you, what you will go through God is already there.
moon river (cover) || the honey trees
Date a boy who makes you happy, but marry him only if he makes you laugh deep-belly rumbles that hurt your ribs as they expand outwards. Date him when he sees that you’re hurting and he gives you a moment to feel that pain like a handprint spreading across your consciousness, marry him only if he can make you smile even while you’re gross sobbing. The world is not a kind place. You will feel a lot of pain. Make sure you are with someone who makes it all bearable. Humor is an excellent gauge of intelligence. Life gets boring. Find someone who makes the banal interesting.
"I’m always sad."
"Are there certain thoughts associated with the sadness?"
"No, the sadness is under the thoughts. It’s like when you’re on a camping trip, and it’s really cold, and you put on extra socks, and an extra sweater, but you still can’t get warm, because the coldness is in your bones."
"Do you hope to get away from it?"
"Not anymore. I just hope to come to peace with it."
heavenly father | bon iver | via alexander-grey
new bon iver. happy ears. heart eyes.
To suggest that one’s belly, body hair or tattoo is ‘distasteful’ and should therefore be covered in the name of etiquette is the very worst sort of body fascism. If your children are traumatised by the sight of a fat person in a bikini, a bit of cellulite or a caesarean scar, then may I tentatively suggest that you aren’t raising them correctly. If seeing someone hairy wearing something skimpy renders you ‘unable to eat your lunch’ then I’m afraid my diagnosis of the problem is with your brain, not their body.
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
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