Carpe Diem.



My name is Dezeray.
I am 20 years old and I am fascinated by the things and people around me. I believe that God is love and I am truly blessed. Feel free to browse(:


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  • Ask Me Anything Your Heart Desires

    • wahaladey: satanic2chainz: your great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandma doing my hair worship my kinks, worship my complexion.

    jewassicpark:

    “pass me a joint”

    i rip off my arm, crying as i pass the detached extremity to my friend 

    (Source: joshfrancesgay, via biggdreamsz)

    10knotes: “The music is played with the heart and is felt with the soul” This is a picture of a brazilian kid who was part of the “cultural group of reggae”, playing his instrument in the funeral of his mentor who saved him from an environment of poverty and crime. He was rescued from the street.
    herlipssinksships: rjmckinnon: frostedsammy: i don’t normally post porn sorry  I do, and this is much better. omg.
    spiritualinspiration: God wants you to live with passion! You weren’t meant to live a stagnant, ordinary life. You serve an extraordinary God, and you are called to be a reflection of Him. The truth is, most of life can be very routine. We have to work to keep things fresh. We have to put forth effort to stay passionate about our jobs, relationships, and our walk with the Lord. I believe every day we need to stir ourselves up. Just like the apostle Paul told Timothy, today I’m telling you to “fan your flame!” In other words, don’t let the fire go out. Stay passionate about your life so you can move forward and embrace the dreams God has placed within you!
    radhauswife: This is amazing.
    Laceback Thursday.
    totally how I get gas on the daily. 

    astrozombina:

    oh my god im an adult when did that happen? the musical

    featuring the hit song: “why are all my friends having babies?”

    (via littlefoot-)

    greattgatsby: There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home. OMG  this is first of all beautiful. Second of all I was JUST talking about birth songs and why we in America don’t have them!

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    tyleroakley: I CAN’T DECIDE. Easy. Orange.