December 2010
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The answer was right under my nose the entire...
It was outside of my intentions to head over to the Bay down South, but after much prompting and a little tug on a heartstring I conceded. Better half didn’t get to join us, which had been, apparently, part of the Lord’s plan, for otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to read the very words He had been planning to inscribe in my heart.  “The world’s system of success is built on the twin...
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I'm actually
really very tired. But I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me. You are sovereign. You are in control.  Do the work in me first.
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I want to write more, I need to write more.
loveyourchaos: There are all these radiant bursts of life that inspire, but they’re wasted by my inability to hold onto them.
Dec 20th
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“A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will...”
– Dave Matthews (via worldofpossibility)
Dec 20th
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The past is very dangerous.
Same way that a knife can cut your meat well but also stab you and bleed you dry, or the way a dynamite is able to blow off an underground mine but is very much able to set you off to pieces too just like that, the past, if not handled properly/appropriately, can very well h(a)unt you down until, well, until you might as well have something like a pulmonary edema.  Or so people tell me.  It’s...
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Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little.
Somehow I think I know exactly just what Ray Charles meant with this.
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I was late for class.
I was trying to fix myself a sandwich, pack my backpack, and unplug the fan and turn out the lights all at the same time. In the middle of my haste I noticed Meme’s bed, and couldn’t quite help but compare it to mine. Her blanket was quietly placed in between her pillows, both neatly stacked up. Her sheets were flattened out, and Piffy was sitting right there by her pillows, with a...
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