Blib.blob.blab.

to have conversation that edifies one another.

probably something i say a lot but never really follow through on. as our entire church has decided to take a week long vow to make our words reflect what we believe, i find myself being quiet a lot. before we made this vow, our pastor made a small joke about how the women may find that they have nothing left to say. i chuckled along with the other women in the congregation, but now… its doesn’t seem humorous in the slightest. 

how many things do i say a day that are slanderous or discouraging to another, whether it be directly or indirectly? whether it be joking or non-joking? how many things do i say a day that have MEANING? definitely not much. 

from life’s first cry to our final resting position is a constant jockeying for significance and attention

and as we chase the Grim Reaper with his diamond covered sickle or send our brothers to meet him with vanity’s pistol,

it’s clear that we are craving LIFE…

wow dance is so powerful… even though this was so short it was so impactful

yet misdirected, trapped in the snare of the night

who can save us from this dastardly device?

the past two weeks have been so…blah. perhaps this is why lol. TIME TO GET OVER IT NOW…

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT THEY DO WITH THE CAN OPENER….

guhh at this point no matter what it is i’d be disappointed cuz they hyped it too much… which probably means that they will never tell us what it is… WHYYYY

(via harveyspectersuits)

i miss when music was like this.

when it was about the performance instead of the music video,
the live version instead of autotune,
the singer’s voice instead of their face,
the instruments instead of just the bass and computer bleeps,
words instead of curses,
emotions instead of sex.drugs.girls.money,
and how it made people move instead of how heavy the synth and dubstep beats can rumble parts of your body that you didnt know existed.

omg and these track pants too… gahhh i wish i could own everything from adidas…

the one thing i would want from nike would be their old free runs. but seddd… they arent selling them anymore, just the new ugly ones :/

confession: i’ve always really wanted these shoes. i know they are jock shoes but i tried on my friends once and since then i have never been able to forget about how comfy they are :( I WILL OWN YOU SOMEDAY

we have dreams so we can wake up from them. not so we can be stuck in them and bask in coulda, shoulda, wouldas forever

they are supposed to help us gain perspective of reality. not help us escape from it.

BODY PEACE: Plastic Surgery in South Korea

“learning to love your body comes from a place of acceptance, not change”

wow this blog is simply amazing. kristen, i’m sure you are changing lives :) 

body-peace:

In the years that I’ve lived in Korea (a little fact that the majority of my followers probably didn’t know), I became increasingly aware of the presence of plastic surgery clinics. The hard truth is that there’s a plethora of them in certain parts of Seoul. In places like Apgujeong or Gangnam,…

HEHE going to paris tomorrow! i cant waitt :D :D :D

(via the-absolute-best-photography)