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Jul 22, 2014 / 7 notes
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via versteur)

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Jul 22, 2014 / 48,505 notes
Jul 21, 2014 / 1 note

photos and falling in love

By the time I finish editing a photo session, whether it be portraits or a wedding or something else entirely, I know every wrinkle on his face. I know the pimple on her forehead. I’ve seen every imperfection closely and repeatedly.

But I’ve memorized the shape of his eyes. I could trace them on a paper. I’ve seen her hair light up with the sunset and her hands try to tame it, but fail. Some wild things are beautiful. Her hair. His eyes. The shapes and the imperfections.

You have to fall in love with the photos a bit, I think. And you fall in love with the person, too. Not in a romantic way, even. In the way you fall in love with the sunset or with driving at midnight or with a fresh cup of coffee or with the words he wrote that night at 1am. You know they’re not perfect, but you know they’re beautiful none the less. You fall in love with that imperfect beauty.

That may be the deepest falling in love: to fall in love with something wholly. To know the imperfections and choose to love anyway.

The burden and the gift of my job is that I get to share what I see. Those photos are my eyes and my hope is that the world, or even just one person, falls in love in the same way.

Jul 20, 2014 / 96 notes

whentheleaveschange:

leave the past right where it’s at.

be more heart

& less attack.

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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e.e. cummings (via debbyryan)
Jul 18, 2014 / 1,239 notes
My prayer is that when I die, all of hell rejoices that I am out of the fight.
C.S. Lewis  (via kvtes)

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Jul 16, 2014 / 2,666 notes
This is beautiful and genius.
Jul 15, 2014 / 65,506 notes

This is beautiful and genius.

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Jul 13, 2014 / 153 notes
Jul 12, 2014 / 1 note

Change

I’ve been thinking about change recently. Not the money kind, but the life kind, and mostly about the sort of change you can’t control. One of my friends finally faded out of my life. One of my coworkers will be moving on in a month.

We define so much of our lives by change: where we move, who we marry, the parts of our lives that change and make some pieces and some days different from others. We don’t remember the ordinary, but we remember what changes us.

What’s scary about heaven is the lack of change. Eternity seems constant, God’s character is constant, and without conflict, how will there be forward motion or adventure or joy?

There has to be a joy in consistency, when that consistency is holiness and I desire to seek after that. The present life is full of change and inconsistency but there are constants: God is faithful and he gives enough grace for each day. Change surrounds me, but in the constant things I find my hope.

I don’t know exactly what heaven will be like and in that way, constant scares me almost as much as change, but I’m confident more than I’m afraid. I trust that it will be a place of joy and adventure and I will be more whole in the constant presence of God than I am in this changing landscape of earth.

Jul 12, 2014 / 2 notes

Saturday Morning Melancholy Musings

I know it’s not personal. But I’m a person and you’re a person and I don’t want anything other than to be human together. It feels like your not a person anymore; you’re just a name that’s not your own and a melody I’ve come to know. Your face is a shadow, and the beat’s fading slowly into a single heartbeat and I’m learning that sometimes change means letting go.