I just finished ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’. Reading Hemingway makes me feel the same way as going to an art gallery. I know that there’s a beauty in it, but feel overwhelmed to try and articulate why, and I know that there’s so much in it that I’m missing.

And Christ, he makes me sad.

oneonfour:

Home.

i miss it a lot sometimes….

Off to play Army… (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Peace! (Taken with instagram)

One day I’ll think about building a wooden sailing boat…

(via ladyofsorts)

jscully:

Gay Marriage! Oh no! What about the kids!?!

Last week I caught up with a few mates and we had the opportunity to have dinner with a friend who has a PHD in theology. I’ll save you the details of what was a fascinating meal with some engaging conversation. One thing that stood out to me was…

Found this via Cam. Pretty much puts voice to all the ideas that were bouncing around my head and that I kinda vaguely thought about writing down but never did…

WANT.

bookshelfporn:

Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library (The Basement, Neil Gaiman’s Home)