October 2009
53 posts
it's good to be home.
“a friend loves at all times.”
– proverbs 17:17
attention:
if we’re going to be friends.. be my friend, with all that it truly entails. if i have to constantly compete, challenge, or battle for your attention to be your friend, it’s not going to work. i won’t do it.
just stick up for me if i need it, make me laugh when i need it, just listen to me when i need it, call me out if i need it. and i promise, you’ll get the same in...
dearimaginaryfriend:
geometricity:
walruskungfu:
I don’t like being asked what I want in life. What I want to do, where i want to go. Cos when people ask me, I stop and stutter and say nothing I really actually mean. Possibly because I haven’t actually decided where i want to be ten years from now. I want big city lights and small town closeness. I want a sky high loft, with the best...
one of those days when you just feel alive, you know?
it’s funny how a drive with windows down, a perfect soundtrack, and a perfect sunset can simply put things back in order.
reveries of flight.
this song has been convicting me a lot, lately. in a really good way.
it’s like you’re deaf to My voice, but I’ve been here for every moment, waiting on your call to move if you could just make a choice, I know you would find Me wanting only to be close to you. you keep denying My lead! because I’ve tried, I’ve never pulled back My reach, and I’ve stayed...
wow, wow, wow.
so many people getting married.
i’m going to have at least 5 weddings to go to. that i can think of right now, i’m sure there’s more (or will be soon).
it all gives me that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. these people i grew up with? married?
this only further emphasizes the fact that i am nowhere near ready OR wanting to be married.
i’m really excited for these...
sometimes,
rebeccambrose:
i get a little weird and a little crazy and i laugh too much and i say things i don’t really mean or things that don’t make sense and that only brooke and i find funny.
but this is life. and it’s happening now.
and i would rather laugh too much and be completely ridiculous than go to bed at 10:30 every night without a game of whatever the hell it is we’re playing.
mermaid?
i’ve been SO thirsty all day.
i think it’s a sign:
“you give me miles and miles of mountains,
and i’ll ask for the sea.”
today was a
wake up in the afternoon, take a shower, only to get right back in pajamas, no makeup, cook breakfast for lunch, take an unnecessary nap, sit and be still, quiet is okay, a/c off, windows open, i-guess-maybe-i-should-work-on-my-project, while listening to the balmorhea record.. kind of day.
it was nice.
and to top it off with harry potter at the dollar theater? perfection.
“I will lie down and sleep in peace,
for you alone, O Lord,
make me dwell in...”
– Psalm 4:8 (NIV) (via crookedtooth)
dearimaginaryfriend:
brookebutler:
“looking...
“looking for shelter” - good old war
...
rotten bananas.
fact #1: i do not like bananas.
fact #2: after a while, fruit goes bad.
fact #3: there were bananas sitting on top of our microwave for a while.
fact #4: i decided to throw away said bananas.
fact #5: see fact number 1.
fact #6: apparently, bananas create foul-smelling juice that looks like soy sauce once they go bad and grow mold.
fact #7: there is noxious-moldy-soy-sauce-rotten-banana...
1 Timothy 6:7
danielvega:
fishforpeople:
After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it.
“The idea that I came up with is if the wild things are wild emotions.”
– Spike Jonze, on “Where The Wild Things Are”
“your protector” - fleet foxes
what's more important?
attending class?
or
skipping class and allowing my body two small hours to rest physically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually?
i picked the latter.
i’m trying all i can to stay on top of things, but at what price?
“the Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
– exodus 14:14
operation: determination
(see here)
is in full effect starting NOW.
“the hazards of love 4 (the drowned)”...
to me, fall is:
“the crane wife 1 and 2” by the decemberists
bonfires
and the smell of wood smoke
hot showers with the bathroom heater on, too
harry potter
grey days that don’t depress you
hot apple pie
blankets
crunchy leaves
good hair days
windows open
orange
brown
peppermint white mochas
mornings when the air is so sharp and dry and cold that it hurts your chest
for whatever...
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos) (via aestivate) (via showyourbbones) (via heisjealousforme)
i have a problem.
and since rebecca is my roommate/bestie, she has one too. we pretty much have the same life.
read the following:
part #1: malnourishment.
there is no such thing as a balanced meal in apartment 513. i’m currently eating a can of mandarin oranges and easy mac. at 12:30 am. for “dinner”. other than that, i had chips and queso around 8pm, and subway at 1pm. we have no idea what...
today is a new day.
less of me, more of You.
less of me, more of You.
less of me, more of You.
it seems my apartment and/or my life is a black hole for productivity and a magnet for mess.
i’m drowning in school work. my room and this apartment are both in a constant state of disarray.
i wish i cared a little less, i wish i wasn’t such a perfectionist, i wish i didn’t always feel so pressured get things done, and get them done well. i do it all to myself.
but i’m...
fever, fever, go away.
come again…. never.
i have neither the time nor convenient schedule to be sick. maybe that’s my problem in the first place. but i can’t stop, won’t stop.
these 15 studio hours will. not. defeat. me.
i would really rather sit in my snuggie and watch harry potter all afternoon.
“There can be no faith without doubt, no hope without anxiety, and no trust...”
– Ruthless Trust (via taylorcthomas) (via bigtex)
“what new mystery is this?
what new mystery is this?
what new mystery is this?”
