Learning to Breathe

John, 21. Paradox-in-Being.

czechthecount:

Lions Gate Bridge

czechthecount:

Lions Gate Bridge

(via thominoz)

banji-realness:

iknowitaintright:

s1uts:

daintyblackpegasus:

pandaseal:

[image: a brown skinned Jesus beating white men in business suits in a temple.]
coldeyesthatburn:

black jesus has a switch
aint shit you can say


UHM, SO YOU KNOW HOW YOU GRANDMA GOT HER JESUS UP ON THE WALL?
YEAH
THIS GON BE MY JESUS UP ON THE WALL
I SWEAR
FOREVER
NO LAST SUPPER, JUST BLACK JESUS WHOOPIN SOME PRIVILEGED WHITE ASS

where can I cop a print

Damn i need this

HOLY WEEK COMING UP, CHILDREN GET READY

banji-realness:

iknowitaintright:

s1uts:

daintyblackpegasus:

pandaseal:

[image: a brown skinned Jesus beating white men in business suits in a temple.]

coldeyesthatburn:

black jesus has a switch

aint shit you can say

UHM, SO YOU KNOW HOW YOU GRANDMA GOT HER JESUS UP ON THE WALL?

YEAH

THIS GON BE MY JESUS UP ON THE WALL

I SWEAR

FOREVER

NO LAST SUPPER, JUST BLACK JESUS WHOOPIN SOME PRIVILEGED WHITE ASS

where can I cop a print

Damn i need this

HOLY WEEK COMING UP, CHILDREN GET READY

(Source: singhsdoingthings, via blackflagtheology)

psychedelic-psychiatrist:

Tree of Faith by monarchism 

jump-doughboy-jump:

vriska-ler:

no but what pisses me off is when parents dont let boys and girls hang out as friends like especially when it comes to sleepovers

like no i dont want his dick in me i want to sit on my floor and throw board game pieces at him when i lose

finally someone said it

(Source: krumpany, via livingisforlaughter)

FACT: People of the rainbow persuasion don’t have friends. They have Prides. Like lions, but gayer, and prouder.

(Source: factsaboutqueers)

“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.”

—   Walt Whitman (via quotes-for-reference)

“The whole earth is a living icon of the face of God.”

—   St. John of Damascus (via gospelofthekingdom)

(Source: ilosttrackofthings)

“We should make Easter a forty-day celebration. If Lent is that long, Easter should be at least that long, all the way to Ascension. We should meet regularly for Easter parties. We should drink champagne at breakfast. We should renew baptismal vows with splashing water all over the place. And we should sing and dance and blow trumpets and put out banners in the streets. And we should invite the homeless people to parties and we should go around town doing random acts of generosity and celebration. We should be doing things which would make our sober and serious neighbors say, ‘What is the meaning of this outrageous party?’”

—   N.T. Wright (via gospelofthekingdom)

(via intenthousandplaces)

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

—   Wendell Berry (via ohzeitgeist)

(via fiatluxetfactaestlux)

Anonymous asked: You're putting down your cross. Are we supposed to be happy you're destined for hell? Homosexuality is an abomination to God, no matter what you say.

stopandsmelltheincense:

I’m coming to the realization that the cross we have to bare is to deal with those who hate us for who we are and disagree with how we live our lives. I believe our cross is to treat them with love and respect, because that is incredibly hard when they call you an abomination or disgusting or destined for hell. Jesus said to love your enemy. So this is how I interpret what my cross is and in my opinion, it’s a much tougher cross than simply dealing with being Homosexual. To me that isn’t too hard to do. The hard thing for me to do is to love those who hate me for being Homosexual. 

Anonymous asked: You should post a selfie :)

Hahaha. Alright, why not.image

saintsylvester:

JAWN YOU ARE BACK ON TUMBLR! PRAISE JEEBUS.

YAS I KNOW PRAISE

saintsylvester:

JAWN YOU ARE BACK ON TUMBLR! PRAISE JEEBUS.

YAS I KNOW PRAISE

maggieandericdomarriage:

simply-divine-creation:

Mahthew 28:6 He is not here for He is Risen as He said. » Crafty in Crosby

We pray everyone has a wonderful, blessed day :)

maggieandericdomarriage:

simply-divine-creation:

Mahthew 28:6 He is not here for He is Risen as He said. » Crafty in Crosby

We pray everyone has a wonderful, blessed day :)

(via today-isawindingroad)

Always my favorite Easter song.