November 2011
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October 2011
“Back home, people know you so well that they don’t know you. And here,...”
– Thoughts from room 17.
One day I want to walk into an airport, look at...
YES
Too much negative emotion is bad for the body. Mentally exhausted and incredibly lonely. And all I can manage to do is sound needy and attention starved.
I hate being afraid of rejection. Especially now.
God help me.
“Jesus doesn’t have rabbit tails.”
– -Dr. Nyquist
(granted, he said it wrong, but it was funny.)
“Beloved, Reveled In, Desired One, Delighted Over, Adored.”
– For Bethany…
“The heart is hard to translate, it has a language all its own.”
– Florence + the Machine (via wrists)
Carol Anne…this is so…GAH last night. :D
“For we deceive ourselves, and then we convince ourselves that we aren’t...”
#becauseitworks
chroniclesofaginger:
I am currently rewarding myself with a Captain Crunch berry every time I write down a new fact for the project I have to turn in soon.
Discipline.
BRILLIANT.
I'm pretty sure that running out of tea in the...
gumfortheeyes-deactivated201111 asked: Are you a goth?
...till I die I'll sing this song, on the Shores...
Where I Belong, Switchfoot
When a bird flies out of one cage and into...
catharsisecho:
I hate seeing someone give in to bitterness and call it enlightenment.
TRUTH.
285 Indian girls shed 'unwanted' names - Yahoo!... →
heysnix:
Reblogging for Janae. :)
Wow. So incredible.
Happiness In Italian: I am tangled up in... →
happinessinitalian:
I am tangled up in contradiction. I am strangled by my own two hands.
I am hunted by the hounds of addiction. Hosanna! I have lied to everyone who trusts me.
I have tried to fall when I could stand. I have only loved the ones who loves me. Hosanna! O Hosanna! See the long awaited king come…
Oh Miriam…
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I'm making lembas bread. I feel like a total geek....
“I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
Why would the world need more...
Sitting Indian style atop Colt's truck, staring at...
Oh yes.
