Bertie.

Be composed-be at ease with me//
Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you//
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you//
mydaystravel:

Inside of Old city
Delhi , India
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And when I’m doing well, help me to never seek a crown. For my reward is giving glory to you.
Keith Green (via more4methanu)
koaleh:

lookingintheotherdirection:

Okay when did my picture get this many notes….

IT’S ME IT’S ME!!!!

acceptingamerican:


A 50- something year old white woman arrived at her seat on a crowded flight and immediately didn’t want the seat. The seat was next to a black man. Disgusted, the woman immediately summoned the flight attendant and demanded a new seat. The woman said “I cannot sit here next to this black man.” The fight attendant said “Let me see if I can find another seat.” After checking, the flight attendant returned and stated “Ma’am, there are no more seats in economy, but I will check with the captain and see if there is something in first class.” About 10 minutes went by and the flight attendant returned and stated “The captain has confirmed that there are no more seats in economy, but there is one in first class. It is our company policy to never move a person from economy to first class, but being that it would be some sort of scandal to force a person to sit next to such a disgusting, unpleasant person, the captain has agreed to allow the switch to first class.” Before the woman could say anything, the attendant turned to the black man and said, “Therefore sir, if you would please retrieve your personal items, we would like to move you to the comfort of first class, as the captain would hate for you to have to sit next to such a disgusting person.”
Passengers in the seats nearby began to applause while some gave a standing ovation.

Forever reblog
koaleh:

me considering buying my dad the daft punk vinyl

Reading good books is like engaging in conversation with the most cultivated minds of past centuries who had composed them, or rather, taking part in a well-conducted dialogue in which such minds reveal to us only the best of their thoughts.
René Descartes, A Discourse on the Method (via thoughtsforbees)

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