Lantern Waste
enersanctum:

Lenten Practice Day 21:
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken tea ware by filling the cracks with gold lacquer.  This turns the damage into art by emphasizing the history and imperfection of the piece, making it even more beautiful.  How has your history made you more beautiful, even if that history made you feel broken at one time?

enersanctum:

Lenten Practice Day 21:

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken tea ware by filling the cracks with gold lacquer.  This turns the damage into art by emphasizing the history and imperfection of the piece, making it even more beautiful.  How has your history made you more beautiful, even if that history made you feel broken at one time?

if ever again a greeting i send to you

short and sweet to the soul i intend

Jason Dohring and Kristen Bell, behind the scenes of the EW photoshoot (x)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

jasoncanty01:

Now thats a person to find.

jasoncanty01:

Now thats a person to find.

sassprincess:

sherralotz:

haveholmeswilltravel:

HES THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN HEAR HER AND THAT WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME SOB

UGH I MEAN HE ACTUALLY MAKES AN EFFORT TO HEAR HER

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fozmeadows:

moni158:

Girl and her dragon growing up and growing old together and stuff. ( I picture dragons having very long lives so it would suck making human friends OTL ) It started as just the first pic but then I wanted to draw the dragon after it hatched and then it just continued from then on…

I am sure its by no means an original concept so I’m gonna add mine to the pile of mythical creature friendships  :)

I’m having a horrible artblock so I’m just finishing up doodles I did at work over 4-5 months ago or something OTL

I broke shell in your hands, as red as a poppy;

your love was a jewel,

your hair the first and only gold

I ever hoarded.

.

In winter, I grew to serpentine loops

in your warm arms;

you held me like coils of priceless silk

and told me our secret name

was trust.

.

later, we basked in the sun

by a sea so immesureably old

I forgot to notice that you, too, were ageing.

.

you taught me to fly with paper wings.

like a stringed kite, you were tethered

to an earth I only learned to leave

because your love bore me up

like a soaring thermal.

.

the first time your heart broke,

I held you close and wondered how it would feel,

when you broke mine.

.

years later, when your hair turned white as eggs. 

I carried you

as you once carried me, your bones as fragile

as the shell I’d long outgrown - 

.

and now you’re gone.

I cannot call you back.

I guard the earth that tethers you

and hope you’ll wait, my darling - 

only wait,

'till I am done.