Finding Myself!

pitymysimplicity:

My God is so good.Guess who handed in her Masters dissertation yesterday?Guess who is unbelievably grateful to God?Guess who has only two months left before reality hits?After all the stress, anxiety & TEARSSSS#MeDone 

pitymysimplicity:

My God is so good.
Guess who handed in her Masters dissertation yesterday?
Guess who is unbelievably grateful to God?
Guess who has only two months left before reality hits?
After all the stress, anxiety & TEARSSSS
#MeDone 

pitymysimplicity:

behayaa:

Stay so busy you don’t have time to be sad.

This is the motto

(Source: erfisperf)

mildeey:

😊

mildeey:

😊

instagram:

Step Inside London’s Felt Cornershop

To view more photos and videos from Lucy’s Cornershop, explore the The Cornershop location page, browse the #thecornershop hashtag and follow @sewyoursoul on Instagram.

Look closely at a corner shop in East London and you’ll see everything is not as it seems. The Cornershop, opened in a derelict store in Bethnal Green by artist Lucy Sparrow (@sewyoursoul), is actually an art installation which consists of 4,000 items all handmade from felt! From Heinz Baked Beans to Digestive Biscuits, everything in the shop is hand-stitched and the whole shop took Lucy eight months to assemble.

“I wanted to create something that surrounded people completely,” says Lucy, whose first job was in her local corner shop. “I hope this project reminds people just how much the cornershop cements life in local communities.” The installation runs until August 31.

Waiting - Single’s Busstop 😊😄😃

nmlss-shmlss:

But like don’t tell me you were led on, why should someone else be held responsible for you failing to read a situation? Real life questions

imaginativeobserver:

1-burstofcolor:

no its not.

YES IT IS.

imaginativeobserver:

1-burstofcolor:

no its not.

YES IT IS.

(Source: spiritualinspiration)

chronicbookaholic:

Love these covers so much!

chronicbookaholic:

Love these covers so much!

(Source: kulot-ers)

lostinfictionbooks:

Books by Gayle Forman

mia-ohmyuh:

I hear him take gulpfuls of air to steady himself. And then he continues: “All I can think is how fucked up it would be for your life to end here, now. I mean, I know that your life is fucked up no matter what now, forever. And I’m not dumb enough to think that I can undo that, that anyone can. But I can’t wrap my mind around the notion of you not getting old, having kids, going to Julliard, getting to play that cello in front of a huge audience, so that they can get the chills the way I do every time I see you pick up your bow, every time I see you smile at me.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

—Gayle Forman, Where She Went (via quoted-books)