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What I’ve come to learn is that the world is never saved in grand messianic gestures, but in the simple accumulation of gentle, soft, almost invisible acts of compassion.

I haven’t failed, I’m in the process of succeeding.

Johan Ernst Nilson, tedx 

(Source: andrew-heard)

Mom’s at work and the twin is with his lady friend so I have the house to myself and the music turned up way too loud.

Tonight is good.

If everyone watched this then the world would be a little bit better.

(Source: vimeo.com)

Someone has a wood stove burning outside and the scent is climbing in through the window and my room smells like a campfire.

The night air lingers

with a scent; reminiscent,

full of memories.

Laying in bed with the window open after a rainstorm, especially at night, creates one of those feelings that makes everything a little more bearable.

Petrichorthe scent of rain on dry earth.

I’m currently a one man band performing in the house whilst I clean the kitchen. Free admission, standing room only. I’ll be here for the next hour or so.

Rainy mornings, especially when they’re on a Monday, are good for staying curled up in bed with a cup of coffee.

Not for going into work.

I think that I am

falling in love with ideas

more so than people