hope, faith, & vintage

whatever is good for your soul...do that.

omfgcate:

dqdbpb:

we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?

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#ITS GONNA BE MAY

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orangeyouellis:

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dmnq8:

Cool bed ideas for small spaces.

yes please

WANT. All of them!

OMG

I live in a 12X10 box. I need one of these like whoa.

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I DECLARE TODAY TO BE GOONIES FRIDAY

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dudeinpublishing:

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All respect due to J.C. but I think it’s clear who has a larger following here.

Goonies Friday? I can get behind this,

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It got better.

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thescienceofjohnlock:

scriptscribbles:

Let us sing the songs of our people.

I love that fact that Sherlock has bumbumbum written over and over.

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Harry Belafonte - The Banana Boat Song (Day-O)

theniftyfifties:

Harry Belafonte — Day-O (The Banana Boat Song) - 1956

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theniftyfifties:

A street scene in Montmartre, Paris, 1950s. Photo by Robert Capa.

theniftyfifties:

A street scene in Montmartre, Paris, 1950s. Photo by Robert Capa.

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theniftyfifties:

Audrey Hepburn

theniftyfifties:

Audrey Hepburn

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“All things work together for good.”

introvert.

Random thought for the day: what do you do when every job you’ve had you HATE? I’m an introvert who’s had a handful of jobs made for extroverted people and hate it. When I was forced to get a job after I was let go from my very first job, I got a job as a cashier at a retail place. Now I’ve been introverted my entire life. I’d rather stay at home with a book and Netflix than go to a party and drink myself senseless. It wasn’t me. So you can imagine my surprise when I had to make conversation with random people and provide CUSTOMER SERVICE to people. And answer the phone. Oh dear heavens, I had to answer the phone to talk to a stranger. Ohhhhh no. It took 3 months for me to actually answer the phone. It scared the crap out of me. If you had told me 5 years later that part of my job description at my current job would be MAKING phone calls to strangers, I’d call you stupid. Guess what? That’s what I’m doing. And I HATE HATE HATE it. I have to BOOK appointments and make PHONE CALLS for EVENTS. All those words I just capitalized are words I absolutely can’t stand now because I hear them so much. And I’m over it. So…what do I do now? I was never the little girl who knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do when I grow up. Heck, I still don’t know. I bounce around, thinking “ohhh, that would be a nice career, let’s check out colleges that have that program.” Needless to say I’ve bounced around to many different career paths, always thinking that it’s the right one for me, and 3 months later have no interest in it. Still think it’s nice, but worry that it’s not right for me. So what am I missing here? I mean, is it sad that I would rather God to just take my life and send me to heaven than to try and figure out what I’m gonna do for my life? I’ve prayed. And prayed. And prayed. And I truly believe that God has brought me to where I am right now, but I’m tired of jumping from job to job, hating every single job I get. I’m ready for a job that I want to keep forever until the day I die. Where is it? Is there such of a thing as a perfect job? I know there is no such thing, and that not all days are gonna be good. But I’d like a job that I’m literally in love with. And I have yet to find it. And I’m praying that I find it very soon.

artbymoga:

Most importantly: you’re stronger than you think.

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