Striving Towards Grace

November 2011

29 posts

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But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve’s capacity for wonderment, the artist’s belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.

Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.

Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.

Steve’s final words were:

OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.

” —from Mona Simpson’s eulogy of her brother, Steve Jobs (via primaldoubtsandall)

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Oct 31, 201117 notes

October 2011

34 posts

Oct 28, 20114,119 notes

“How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?” —Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar

Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 20113,013 notes

Oct 25, 201134 notes

• Riggins: you look good... Real good.
• Lyla: probably because I got baptized and accepted Jesus as my lord and savior. What have you done lately?...
• Riggins: well... I had a three-way with the striten sisters.
• Lyla: I would go around bragging around town about being a slut all summer.
• Riggins: so.. What your saying is... You're jealous.

Oct 25, 201117 notes

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” —Sylvia Plath’s, “The Bell Jar” (via genevievechan)

Oct 20, 2011

Oct 19, 201128 notes

Oct 19, 2011

“Stop creating such a distance between yourself and the Divine! You’re swimming in it. You’re loving it. You’re drowning in it. It’s there, burning, burning…And yet you still look at the horizon and worship! It is here. *Celebrate.*” —the divine guru (via lazyyogi)

Oct 18, 2011289 notes

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Oct 8, 201138 notes

#angelina jolie #top 12 pictures #golden globe awards #appearences

Oct 8, 20112,263 notes

#crafts #art #slippers #installation

Oct 7, 201155 notes

Oct 7, 201190 notes

#angelina jolie

Oct 7, 201114 notes

#1999 #Angelina Jolie #Lori Shepler #1999 Lori Shepler

“We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe.” —Alan Watts - The Book: On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

Oct 5, 201140 notes

Oct 4, 20119 notes

#Marta L. Sanchez #Panama #Afro-Panamanian

Anything is possible, if you've got enough nerve.: “What are you going to do with your life?” In one way or another it... → adaywithalirae.tumblr.com

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“What are you going to do with your life?” In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer… “Live each day as if it’s your…

Oct 4, 20111 note

#life #passion #David Nicholls

Oct 4, 20111,515 notes

“I’ve never been good at small talk. I’ll take a four-in-the-morning, college-dorm-room, does-God-exist conversation any day, but put me in a room with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres and I’m suddenly quite fascinated by tiles on bathroom floors around the corner, or whatever’s up on the walls that I can read.” —“The Tortoise and the Air” by Vesna Ivancic, from The Soul of a Doctor (via twofivethree)

Oct 2, 20113 notes

#The Soul of a Doctor #small talk #quote #truth

Oct 2, 201150 notes

#Girl Interrupted #angelina jolie

Oct 1, 201115 notes

#Sesame Street #:O

Oct 1, 201179 notes

#Angelina Jolie