...Crawlin' on the floor...

...just to find you know...




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thedailymeme: This one made me chuckle. A real mini lol. Ha!

thedailymeme:

This one made me chuckle. A real mini lol.

Ha!

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Reblogged from accountedfor
“ Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions. S.C. Quiet

Music rather than writing but yes this is me in a nutshell..

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Phishing with Phil..

Phishing with Phil..



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loviebeks:

Wagon Wheel/Old Crow Medicine Show

You can hear The Diego Hillbillies play this Bek!

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Reblogged from thegayrepublican

If you hope Obama is a one term president Re-blog this.

thegayrepublican:

Yes!

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Reblogged from mountainmusing

Loving this worship band right now… 

Worship has never been more amazing to me than as of late… 

God’s presence is so amazing and real…


Reblogged from mountainmusing
“ I don’t go very long without water. Sometimes, though, I neglect or avoid prayer deliberately, like ignoring my wife or a friend because of an issue I don’t want to face. But the restless, unnatural isolation of life as a lone ranger draws me back like a thirst. A thirst for intimacy, I suppose. For nearness, acceptance, consolation. Sometimes in prayer, the lightness and calm euphoria return. The longer I live the shorter my prayers become. At least the spoken part. Sometimes it’s just stargazing and saying, “Thanks for the evening, it was heavenly.” Prayer becomes listening more than petitioning. It is like sitting by a stream. Watching the movement. Unable to read the hieroglyphic of light on the surface, but consoled by it nonetheless. “I pour my heart out like water,” the prophet Jeremiah said. Sometimes in tears. Sometimes in anger or confusion. Often in gratitude. Often in silence. Always in longing. I wait. The river bends toward me. Or I am moved toward it-toward the presence of God. Whenever this happens the current carries me. To deep, still water. And I green.

Ragamuffin Prayers ‘Memos To The Almighty’~Billy Sprague

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Reblogged from dad-isms
Dad-isms: Things I've Learned So Far: ...regarding the 'nice guy/nice girl syndrome'...

dad-isms:

I get so many messages from the ‘nice guy’ that hasn’t gotten the girl (yet) and the nice girl who has tried to be everything to a guy in hopes of being with him and both ‘nice’ people get walked all over or hardly given the time of day. The most hurtful and confusing thing is when they pick the…



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great…song