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inky fragments

#31 the melancholy
inky fragments of your soul,

Do you think it’s possible to die in heaven? If so, then what happens? Where do we go, and what becomes of us? I need to know because I can’t stand to lose you anymore. And because I’m certain when I see you again, and my fingers find your palms, and your lips shut mine, my heart will stop. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe it will truly start again.
I meant it when I said forever.

—Dominic Matthew Jackson, When it stopped hurting  (via dominicmatthew)


[drops a hint] [drops a few more hints] [trips over them] [knocks over a table]

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listening to a sad song that has a nice beat


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Here’s the article you’ve been waiting for me to write if you’re the kind of person who waits around for fledgling writers to write articles for not very well known blog sites.


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 Flowers, Love and Money by Rebecca Louise Law

Site-specific installations of an upside down garden with flowers hanging form the ceiling. 

I would killllll to shoot photos there. x.x

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Here’s another article I wrote. It’s kinda shitty compared to the last one in my opinion, but, like, whatevz. #nobutreallyreadit #imsupposedtopromotemywork #lolno


Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’

—Lena Dunham, in an interview with The Guardian (x)

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How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

—Henry David Thoreau (via dominicmatthew)


           Four years ago, I asked God for an education that would help me grow in my understanding of how to love God and people well. I had no idea how much pain, joy, discomfort, comfort, surrender, and victory I would experience as a result of this request. When I look back on my time at Biola, I see four years riddled with paradoxes. Through chapels, conferences, and conversations with faculty, I realized both my depravity and my infinite worth as a child of God. Through late nights, daunting art projects, and countless Torrey discussions, I realized my creative and intellectual limitations as well as how to surrender control to the Holy Spirit. During ICS and sociology classes, I learned about other cultures, travelled to inner city areas, and realized that my perspective is just one small piece of the human experience, but that each piece is valuable. I experienced the symptoms of Major Depressive Disorder more deeply than I ever had, but with the help of friends, I chose life and found it to be more abundant and beautiful than it seemed before.

            Through these paradoxical experiences, I learned how to love, but not in the way I imagined. I learned how to love by learning how to accept love. Prior to Biola, I did not know how to convey the depth of God’s love to others because I did not know the depth of his love for me. During these past four years, however, I began to realize how much I mean to Him: when I was weak, He made me strong. When I felt foolish, He gave me wisdom. When I thought I was not worthy, he made me worthy. It took so long for me to understand how utterly loved I am, but I understand! I know His love in my intellectual life, emotional life, creative life, spiritual life, and physical life. I know His love in my work and in my rest, in my accomplishments and failed attempts. I am sure I will continue to uncover the depths of His love for me - for all of us - for the rest of my life, and never reach the bottom of it. And I know that this is why He brought me to Biola. He knew that here, more than any place I’d been before, I would find His love for me.  

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