It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh.
W. Somerset Maugham

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The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac - On the Road

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non-stop playing right now. played in my head ALL day in class!

Raymond has not only gotten too close to the oven this week and curled and singed all of his facial hairs, he now has highlighter on his white face. I have such a classy looking cat.

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That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.
One thousand gifts -Ann Voskamp

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My feelings are not God. God is God. My feelings do not define truth. God’s word defines truth. My feelings are echoes and responses to what my mind perceives. And sometimes - many times - my feelings are out of sync with the truth. When that happens - and it happens every day in some measure - I try not to bend the truth to justify my imperfect feelings, but rather, I plead with God: Purify my perceptions of your truth and transform my feelings so that they are in sync with the truth.
John Piper (via seasonforbecoming)

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