For while I write a frantic story, His hand yet holds the pen. For while I get caught up in the stars, He still seals up the heavens. For while my faults are numbered high, His grace outnumbers them still. ~Hannah~
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So my cat Lydia likes paper right. If I open my mail on my bed, she’s right there, walking on it, listening to it crinkle under her toes, and then laying right down. Even if I leave paper on the floor, on carpet or tile or hardwood, she’s there, curling up, standing on it, happy as can be. And like many of my fellow fanfiction addicts, I don’t read a lot of print books, but I recently borrowed a novel that sounded a m a z i n g and I wanted to get it back to my coworker on Monday. It was going pretty well Saturday afternoon until
Every time I put this book down, whether open or closed or page up or down, she was there. Happy as can be. And so freaking cute that I didn’t want to move her, which meant I was not going to finish it.
So finally, in protest and so I could actually finish this book, I gave her another one
I finished my book (White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi, highly recommend) but I left the decoy out.
She’s been sleeping on it every night. It’s been a week.
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“The Blue Flowers” art based on Otto Dix painting. By The Weaver House.
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Concentrate to the Quiet by Dennis DeHart
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We’re all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.
Beau Taplin (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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My goal in life is to occupy an abandoned castle in the European countryside, keep a giant rose garden, only wear long flowing dresses, and become local folklore
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There are many sorts of broken hearts and Christ is good at healing them all.
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