Monday, May 30, 2011
Proverbs III:V
Trust in Him with all your heart. Never rely on what you think you might know. Remember Him in everything you do, and He will always show you the right way.
Seems so simple.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Fascinated Constellation.
I am fascinated
by the
stars.
The
constellations,
the plantets,
and the
suns.
That whole
other
world suspended
above us
that
onlycomes
out on
display
at
night.
by the
stars.
The
constellations,
the plantets,
and the
suns.
That whole
other
world suspended
above us
that
onlycomes
out on
display
at
night.
A 1:05 pm "morning" text.
WG: " There's 21 letters in the alphabet right? "
AT: " 26 ;) "
AT: " 26 ;) "
WG: " Oh yeah, I forgot "u r a q t" :) "
****Cheesiest line in the book,
but it works for me :)
but it works for me :)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Room Ra(n)t.
My room is a disaster.
Clothes thrown on the ground, towels hanging from the closet door, earrings that have lost its pair (probably collecting dust with the dust bunnies underneath my TV stand,
which holds a dusty TV atop).
which holds a dusty TV atop).
Graduation picture frames no longer visible, covered with useless information-filled magazines that are opened to pages left unread. Bathing suit strings hanging over the edge of a barely-opened drawer. Hair products and make-up covering the surface of what was once a white dresser, where cords and wires belonging to electronics I didn't even remember I owned so loosely hang over. Books and boxes piling in the back of the closet, like a storage room. Shoes under the bed and on it...
My room is a disaster.
I didn't even make my bed,
how am I supposed to lie in it?
how am I supposed to lie in it?
Saturday, May 21, 2011
I know you don't read this anymore.
But this one is for you....again.
I just hope you happen to stumble upon this someday and realize, that at this very specific moment, this very minute, this very bit of time it's taken me to write this,
you are the only thing that consumes every inch of space in my mind.
Whether you're in my head or beside me in bed,
I miss you.
"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
--Harry, "When Harry Met Sally"
Friday, May 20, 2011
Love Letter.
I really, whole-heartedly, wish I could love You with the capacity and purity that you deserve to be loved. You continually, unceasingly love me. My whole life, You have loved me. For as long as I should live, You will love me. Even after I die, I think you will still love me. I don't get it. I cannot fathom the vastness of your love, and it leaves me at awe every time I try to wrap my head around it. Around You. Around all the promises You make that You promise not to break. I have never understood how a heart could be so big and full of love and not burst. A heart so full, so over- flowingly full of love. But then again, it is You. And so I guess that alone answers my question. Words do not, can not express how deep my 'Sorry' goes. With every inch of my being, my existence, I am sorry. I am not half the person You want me to be, and I will never understand how that does not determine Your unconditional love for me. I am going to try, again, and again and again and again, to remind myself daily to choose You. To talk to You, to hear You, to trust You, to have a relationship with You. Because, though I've known this my entire life, I completely understand and realize that I need You. You are all I need, all I will ever need. And if I don't have You, my life is completely worthless.
You mean more to me than I know, more to me than I show.
And it's time that my actions start to speak louder, way louder, than my words.
You mean more to me than I know, more to me than I show.
And it's time that my actions start to speak louder, way louder, than my words.
Happy Sabbath to the Man who created it.
Missing.
The kind that takes your heart, twists it and ties it into a thousand knots that builds up a lump in your throat.
The kind that forces a one-way flow of uncontrollable tears.
The kind that can only be reversed with your presence.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Saturation
"I wish I
could somehow
help you
understand
that every
thought
I
think
is about
you.
I am
saturated
in you
silhouette."
--Tyler Knott
could somehow
help you
understand
that every
thought
I
think
is about
you.
I am
saturated
in you
silhouette."
--Tyler Knott
"As he sat between three laughing children watching on of nature's greatest shows, [his] heart was suddenly penetrated by unexpected joy. A sunset of brilliant colours and patterns played off the few clouds that had waited in the wings to become central actors in this unique presentation. He was a rich man, he thought to himself, in all the ways that mattered."
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Growing up, Growing apart.
"Sometimes, friends just grow apart and it's not your fault and it's not their fault, these things just happen. It doesn't always take distance, something as simple as time can do the trick- weeks turn into months and then years pass, people grow up. The changes will be so subtle that you won't recognize them as they're happening through each passing day, but then one night you'll look at them, really look at them, and find that you have nothing left to say to this person that you spent so many years talking to. Even best friends can become strangers with nothing left in common but shared memories. Eventually, talking about the past gets old and pretending like nothing's different does too, so it'll be for the best, you'll tell yourself, when you finally go your seperate ways and become nothing more than a friend on Facebook and text every month or so, an old face in a photograph next to a version of yourself that you don't recognize anymore."
Friday, May 6, 2011
"Let me tell you about my day so far. Coffee in Paris, surfed the Maldives, took a little nap on Kilimanjaro. Oh, yeah, I got digits from this Polish chick in Rio. And then I jumped back for the final quarter of the NBA finals--court-side of course. And all that was before lunch. I could go on, but all I'm saying is, I'm standing on top of the world."
--Jumper
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