more open windows

my computer is running SLOooooooooow.
it's these open windows that i've been saving to share.

so here they are:
things i'm loving right now.. .
well... not ALL of them.
just a lil taste.

etsy shopping

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my favorite

Swarovski Crystal Encrusted Friendship Bracelet 

get me there quick. click HERE

more etsy LOVE 

this music

old song rediscovered  .AWESOME.ness

this hymn. these WORDS.

A Mighty Fortress is Our God
Martin Luther. Tr. Frederick Henry Hedge (1483–1546)

A MIGHTY fortress is our God,
  A bulwark never failing;
Our helper he, amid the flood
  Of mortal ills prevailing.
    For still our ancient foe        5
    Doth seek to work us woe;
    His craft and power are great;
    And, armed with cruel hate,
  On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,        10
  Our striving would be losing,—
Were not the right man on our side,
  The man of God’s own choosing.
    Dost ask who that may be?
    Christ Jesus, it is he,        15
    Lord Sabaoth his name,
    From age to age the same,
  And he must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled,
  Should threaten to undo us;        20
We will not fear, for God hath willed
  His truth to triumph through us.
    The prince of darkness grim,—
    We tremble not for him;
    His rage we can endure,        25
    For lo! his doom is sure,—
  One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers—
  No thanks to them—abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours        30
  Through him who with us sideth.
    Let goods and kindred go,
    This mortal life also;
    The body they may kill:
    God’s truth abideth still,        35
  His kingdom is forever.

this video... 
I subscribe to his wife, Samantha's makeup YouTube channel.
She's hysterical, adorable and together well, they are just cute. So goofy and entertaining.

this poem 

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

536. Ode
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
    The earth, and every common sight,
            To me did seem
    Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.         5
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
        Turn wheresoe'er I may,
            By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

. .. ..

And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight 195
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
            Is lovely yet; 200
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 205
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

full text HERE

this site

Hairpins HERE

... lingerings of tattoo two.

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