(Source: kgorbzz, via childof-thelight)
(Source: kgorbzz, via childof-thelight)
Conversation
Oh dear
Friends
Fail better
English
Expectations
Writing
I really hope this is funny to other people
Truth
History
Sarcasm
Amanda
Reblog
Can i have this book please?
Anthropology
Sherlock
My fandoms care about me
(Source: demonicrosebush, via whisper-turnbell)
They should actually like, do it as sitcom :)
(via faithfire)
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
Jar Jar Binks is my favorite Star Wars character
no one ever (via classicallycapricorn)
Absolutely true.
No one.
Ever.
(via faithfire)
That moment when you know your friend is surfing their own tag, so you decide to say hi.
You shouldn’t be so surprised. I’m a man of my word, but I’m also a man of my acronyms
Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don’t be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don’t settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.
(via quote-book)
I’m graduating today.
I will walk across the stage in the middle of a line of several hundred other students, and I will shake hands with people I never met and receive a folder which is a place holder for the degrees that will be shipped to me sometime in July. I will walk down the stairs and reclaim my seat, and eventually I will move my tassel from one side of the hat to the other, and then I will be finished.
So little of that is true, really.
The last four years of my life were not college. College happened, to be sure, in readings and class attendance and advanced research and 160 hours of credits that will culminate in two degrees. But there was so much more to my life than that. There was baseball, and learning to teach, and spending time with amazing friends at birthday parties and bible studies and weekly hangouts. There were novels and plays and movies, some of which I wrote and even directed; there were debate tournaments and late nights and long conversations; there were quiet moments and new picture frames and a thousand tiny breaths of prayer and threads of faith that come together to make me who I am, the person that I recognize.
I’ll step out on that stage today with the robes and cap, the tassels in place, the cords and medals and honors around my neck. But the real honors that I care about have nothing to do with cords or fabric or silly hats; the things I am proud of, the things I carry with me, are contents of character.
I liked college, and parts of it I will miss, but the things that it taught me are not contained on a piece of paper, or even two. And I am not finished with it yet; the things I have learned from university will stay with me and grow into other things, and they may yet come back to these very fields in ways they never expected.
I am graduating today, but it is ceremony, and nothing more. My value and my joys and fears and hopes, and the faith that sustains me, rise far beyond a walk across the stage, even a walk with such worldly symbolism and supposed pomp.
I will wear that cap and gown today, and sling the tassels around my neck. They will not wear me.
May God have grace upon me, and take whatever honors I receive as proper due to Him. He takes my joys just as He takes my failures, and no walk across a stage will take me from His sight, nor will any step or trip remove me from the plans He has for me.
(Source: lovesmisery, via meatandsarcasmguy)
Courage is not a man with a gun in his hand. It’s knowing you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.
Anyone else ever get the impression that sculpture is really a great big competition for “hey, look at what I can make not fall over!”?
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
(via bobthebenevolentdictator)