the art of
sitting here when all i want to do is be there
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theburiedlife: 1. The world is trying to keep you stupid. From bank fees to interest rates to miracle diets, people who are not educated are easier to get money from and easier to lead. Educate yourself as much as possible for wealth, independence, and happiness. 2. Do not have faith in institutions to…
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
there is no one else i’d rather be. because you love me, and that’s the best i want to be.
The God of the universe - the Creator of nitrogen and pine needles, galaxies and...– Francis Chan (via deebella123)
(grandmother, while making curry, age 71)
Her: I'm tired of listening to young people say that they want a happy life, happy career, happy partner and all that happy stuff without facing pain. When I was young, we admired the person with the most painful life. Wanna know why? Because it made them beautiful. Now this isn't beautiful like those super models on TV and those cheeky girls in movies. I don't like those cheeky girls in those films. No, it made them beautiful because they learned how to endure life and its agony. They knew how to appreciate the little things in life. They were deep, meaningful, beautiful people. Happiness without suffering for a while is hollow. It's empty. Empty is not beautiful. Are you listening? Empty is not beautiful. I'm tired of finding these young people looking to escape when there's so much to learn in this life. One day you're going to thank the pain for giving you the guts you needed to go through life with your head held up high. Pain is important, you understand? It gives you guts, it gives you wings.
Me: Your curry is boiling.
Her: Oh. Yes. Pass me that red spice.
(Reblogging because I needed this right now)