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whollynew:

Not of myself, but by God’s mercy.

Not of myself, but by God’s love.

Not of myself, but by God’s sacrifice.

Not of myself, but by God’s forgiveness.

Not of myself, but by God’s election.

Not of myself, but by God’s calling.

Not of myself, but by God’s justification.

Not of myself, but by God’s sanctification.

Not of myself, but by God’s glorification. 

Not of myself, but by God’s salvation. 

Not of myself, but by God’s work.

Not of myself, but by God and God alone.

(via pursuingjesus)



s0awkward:

OMG I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!

i think something like this every time i go somewhere public!


Did you know that in Denmark students are paid for studying?

music-is-revolution:




xiixiix:

Dolo Tiff






Reblog if you talk to yourself.

music-is-revolution:

I do constantly and people think I’m insane.

well i need intelligent conversation every now and then






“AY SHAWTY”

mating call of the black male (via blackstanlee)

Most of the time it’s just “AY” and when you ignore them it’s  ”AY BITCH YOU THINK YOU TOO GOOD?”

(via howtobeafuckinglady)

(via howtobeafuckinglady)



andwhispers:

every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters

(via horribleintervalsofsanity)


avatarloki:

tomhiddledong:

innercheeseburger:

tomhiddledong:

the mediocre gatsby

the decent wall of china 

the ok depression

alexander the alright

(via horribleintervalsofsanity)


I’ve been wondering..

raeenwahya:

if at any point, in any existence, anyone has felt what it is to be “whole” or “complete” or whatever you want to call it. Like, what was my heart like as a child? I mean, I knew pain, but in ways that differ from the ways in which I know it now.

I don’t know. I just wonder what it’d be like to press restart on your emotions.

Don’t you ever wanna go back to when you never lost anything? To when nothing hurt? To when your heart was whole?

(via whenitraeens)



blasianxbri:

heyfunniest:

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

I’ve never seen his son. Lol.
But I’d love to be his child, he’s HILARIOUS.



why is she so perfect?!



(x)

(via horribleintervalsofsanity)





Scared of the good more than the evil.
Scared of the light more than dark.
Scared of the truth so much more than the lies.

Scared Of Beautiful.

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