jacob is silv(re)

Taken with instagram

High-res Notes: 1 5/25/12 — 4:43pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyM8IUsW

Eclipse (Taken with instagram)

High-res Notes: 1 5/20/12 — 6:43pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyLs0xpq

Taken with instagram

High-res 5/20/12 — 12:23am Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyLotUEk

I feel pretty…oh so pretty… (Taken with instagram)

High-res Notes: 2 5/6/12 — 4:23pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyL08pK9

Meh (Taken with instagram)

High-res 5/5/12 — 6:43pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyKyJNdd

can you be too old to dance with a dream?

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End of day (Taken with instagram)

High-res 4/23/12 — 6:00pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyKCYtUi

kylermartyn:

I still firmly cling to the belief that we are something worth fighting for.

Source: kylermartyn

High-res Notes: 3 4/18/12 — 11:47pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyJvskaG

I used to think that praying for God to “lead me” was like asking him to drop a bright neon sign into the sky—a giant arrow with THE ANSWER TO ALL OF JACOB’S PROBLEMS HERE written on it. But when I ask God to lead me maybe it should mean I want him to give me the strength to keep going where I’ve already chosen to go. To perservere. Not so much for God to tell me where to go, but to remind me where I am going. To remind me where he is. Because he already gave us our bright neon sign. But this sign didn’t just point the way. He was the way. And all he had to say was two words with the power to raise the dead: follow me.

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Taken with instagram

High-res Notes: 2 4/16/12 — 6:54pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkaKRyJoMXzD