Fresh To Death

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O Lord, let my soul rise up to meet you as the day rises to meet the sun. #CommonPrayer #CocoaCinnamon #FHDurham View high resolution

O Lord, let my soul rise up to meet you as the day rises to meet the sun. #CommonPrayer #CocoaCinnamon #FHDurham

Just finished my last presentation of the year. One last class tomorrow. What a year! Preemptively celebrating with some Scotch, Tumblr, and House, MD.

Blessings to y’all in the midst of all these exams, papers, and deadlines. Hang in there, kiddos :) View high resolution

Just finished my last presentation of the year. One last class tomorrow. What a year! Preemptively celebrating with some Scotch, Tumblr, and House, MD.

Blessings to y’all in the midst of all these exams, papers, and deadlines. Hang in there, kiddos :)

tothecatcher:

Let it be in her roll
In the shift of tide
That I give this soul

Let it be in her wave
Below the slipping ships
That I find my grave

Let it be
This last of me
Smallest of all the broken shells
My quiet dying beneath the swells.

I stopped writing poetry a while ago and just started reblogging Jessi :)

Waiting for Divine Redemption

A Song of Ascents.

1 Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.
2 Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplications!
3 If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
Lord, who could stand?
4 But there is forgiveness with you,
so that you may be revered.
5 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
6 my soul waits for the Lord
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
7 O Israel, hope in the Lord!
For with the Lord there is steadfast love,
and with him is great power to redeem.
8 It is he who will redeem Israel
from all its iniquities.

— Psalm 130
I don’t trust a raven to carry these words.

-Lady Stark

*Missing Lady Stark, like mad.

Futbol yesterday with Young Sir :) #FieldJournalOfTheMaleSitter View high resolution

Futbol yesterday with Young Sir :) #FieldJournalOfTheMaleSitter

As seen in North Carolina. For @adamkhoff & @arthee :) #DirtyJerse View high resolution

As seen in North Carolina. For @adamkhoff & @arthee :) #DirtyJerse

We let the whiskey warm our tongues
Before we warmed each other
Glands
Gliding across one another
Like a grasshopper
scratching rhythm
On that blade of grass
Bones beating.
Baking.
In the heat of the night.
Broken.
As when you left them.

-M. Case

Just finished my final ethics paper and now wishing I was in Pittsburgh properly celebrating Kevin’s waning bachelor hours. Enjoying a pipe and Irish whiskey in your honor, dear sir!

Tobacco: Belgian Hostel via the legend, Ian Norris. Delightful. Absolutely delightful! View high resolution

Just finished my final ethics paper and now wishing I was in Pittsburgh properly celebrating Kevin’s waning bachelor hours. Enjoying a pipe and Irish whiskey in your honor, dear sir!

Tobacco: Belgian Hostel via the legend, Ian Norris. Delightful. Absolutely delightful!