morning glory

a morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
(Whitman)

ready for the weekend and relaxing. 6pm tomorrow…just a little more time.
heading to tucson, arizona this weekend and I’m not really sure what to expect, but their visitors website mentioned something about the best 23 miles of mexican food…so there is little risk of us not enjoying ourselves.
this ecard makes me feel so understood. and justified for the things I have thrown at people historically.

this ecard makes me feel so understood. and justified for the things I have thrown at people historically.

“I had a dream that I was pretty, that I could fool your wild eyes. start believing that I’m witty, that I’d never compromise. the dreams before the motel room, the old tattoo I got for you—I try to wash it off my body one last time.”

—   katie herzig, angels on the banks
back to My Utmost For His Highest. today I am grateful for the truth.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with swelling thereof. Selah.”

—   Psalm 46:1-3
new hand-embroidered table cloth from my favorite local vintage store. a day in the kitchen. a cozy blanket on the couch. it’s a good day.

“‘Listen,’ I told him. ‘Don’t be so tough so early in the morning. I’m sure you’ve cut plenty of people’s throats. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.’”

—   Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not (via exceptionallyread)

(via exceptionallyread-deactivated20)

“At the end of this avenue there was an old arch and a clock-tower, with a stupid, bewildering clock, which had only one hand; and which jumped straight from one hour to the next, and was therefore always in extremes.”

—   

Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon

just cracked opened my birthday book from my eldest sister. it’s a good night.

loving this Texas sky.
creating our home is the best project yet. 
what a gig.
lets talk about how true this is.
we’re married! 

“losing him was blue like I’d never known, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met, but loving him was red.”

—   t.swift did it again.
finally married to my pilot! ready for this adventure.

finally married to my pilot! ready for this adventure.

(Source: riverside-of-neverland, via chelle-ma-belle)