I can’t even explain how blessed I feel that this school is my home. I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. I love it here.
I look up to the mountains—
does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth!
He will not let you stumble;
the one who watches over you will not slumber.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.
The Lord himself watches over you!
The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon at night.
The Lord keeps you from all harm
and watches over your life.
The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever.
spent my last morning with this gem before I head off to college tomorrow // i love her a latte // can’t wait for reuniting + story-sharing (at P A R A D I S E • P E R K S )
My heart hurts because life is fun. →
My heart hurts because life is fun. It shouldn’t be the “same old thing over and over: eat, sleep, smoke, wake up to do it all the next day”. You’re 32 and that shouldn’t be your life. There are beaches. There is food. There are friends. There is time. And it’s not alright to give up. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have everything you love in the world taken from you… Actually I can. But I can tell you that there is always something more to love. More people who need it. More people who deserve it. There are flowers and thrift stores and sandwiches and puppies. There are little old people walking through the park carrying groceries. There are stories and candles and songs to play loud. You can get a job you like and buy a car. And when you don’t like that job anymore you can quit and get a new one. Or just quit. And leave. Wink. I wish there was something I could do for real. I can write letters. I can call. But it doesn’t change the fact that my mom’s life is being wasted. It doesn’t change the fact that she is sitting there, hopeless and sad, every single day. Not seeing anything new. Not meeting anyone new. She’s not excited for anything. And that makes me freaking pissed. It’s so tempting to get in my car and drive there. 1,737 miles. 1 day and 1 hour. I’m wondering if maybe I should. I’m wondering if maybe I’m going to.
This girl is so freaking fantastic.
tonight i am sad about change. tomorrow i probably will be too. and that’s okay. i’m losing a lot of things. it’s okay to be sad when you lose things. i’m sad that friends are leaving and i’m leaving them. i’m sad that i’m leaving my sister. i’m sad that i’m leaving my brother and my parents. i’m sad that i’m all out of time.
I had to say the hardest goodbye to this one this morning. Del, I miss you already, but I’m excited for you and your new adventure. so much love for my dear friend.
I know there are good things coming. It’s funny, in a way, to be so sure. Maybe because they (those good things) are still just words and pictures and other people’s memories sitting across from me. I look at them and I look at me and I wonder how, and when we will meet. I wonder how I’ll feel and who will feel the same. I wonder how much waiting I will do. And I wonder who will wait with me. I wonder when the good things will become my own.
"Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love. Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace."
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."
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