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God, forgive me. I believe a lot of lies from a lot of good liars, namely me.

Levi the Poet (via spenfield)

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Title: Northern Wind Artist: City and Colour 45,537 plays


"oh my love, if I could just find you tonight…”

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Such a good dog. “Ok little human I’ll wait here while you go play in the puddle.”

he places the leash down on the ground so carefully

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I have this stuck in my head. SO GOOD. I am thoroughly convinced that this man can do no wrong.

sigh. this man.

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Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.

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9 versions of Morning on the Seine, by Claude Oscar Monet

c. 1897

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God loves the weak. He oftentimes saves and uses the weak to shame the strong. See, God loves weakness. In our culture, we hate it. That’s a huge problem. Do you understand? It’s a huge problem for us to despise weakness like we do. We don’t want to be seen as weak. No, brother, be seen as weak. God’s power flows most vividly and most powerfully through the weak vessels.

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