SIMUL JUSTUS ET PECCATOR

My name is Grace, and I belong to my Beloved because of His great grace.

I AM EASILY PLEASED BY MY FAVORITE THINGS: LAUGHING, HONESTLY PRAYING, SLEEPING, EATING, AND LOVING. EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS
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Reblogged from ellemenoh  74,159 notes

Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake. By Jeanne Ray   (via saintofsass)

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Reblogged from purelymemyselfandi  4 notes

Because your 20s really aren’t about jumping off the plane and going back home. The life of a twentysomething is that of a nomad. Packing up your tent and continually traveling to locate the herd and test the soil so that you can find the right place to land, the right place to call home.

Your 20s are not about finding home; your 20s are about finding the right place to build it.

By Paul Angone (via purelymemyselfandi)