| — | Audrey Hepburn |
I was just wandering barefoot in the woods of Wisconsin, fashioned this guitar out of a canoe, and I wrote a song for your baby.
Favorite SNL in a long time.
It’s rather pathetic how I put all my faith into something that isn’t promised rather than someone who promises… And who keeps those promises.
I have so many beautiful ideas about what my life could be like, but sometimes the realization that those are just ideas is heartbreaking.
…We take the blood and gore of our lives, the sin and the failure and the hurt and the horror, and we tell everyone that everything is OK. We cover our limps with holy-looking actions and keep moving on with our lives. We hide the bad stuff and highlight the good stuff until no one can tell that things aren’t perfect. We shine up our scars until they look good enough to not be considered scars…
Stop shining your scars. It’s OK for them to be painful. The things you did and the things you had done to you hurt, and admitting that out loud doesn’t add more failure to your heart. If anything, it creates a lighthouse of sickness in you for the doctor, Jesus, who came looking for the sick…http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/2012/01/shining-up-our-scars/
| — | Harry Potter, Goblet of Fire |
During Neveneveneveneveneveneven’s graduation, Meg & I read our old Xanga’s.
I had rediscovered mine the week before with Dallas friends.
We kept laughing about how every post I wrote was filled with lyrics. So dramatic.
I am still that same person. Real life.
Not that you’re the one,
Not to say I’m right.
Not to say today,
And not to say a thing tonight.
But suffice it to say,
We’re leaving things unsaid.
We sing ourselves to sleep,
Watching the day lie down instead.
& we are leaving some things unsaid.
& we are breathing deeper instead.
We’re both pretty sure,
Neither one can tell.
We seem difficult,
What we’ve got is hard as hell.
A hundred thousand words could not quite explain.
So I walk you to your car and we can talk it out in the rain.
& we are leaving some things unsaid.
& we are breathing deeper instead.
I can sing myself to sleep no more.
Not that you’re the one,
Not to say I’m right.
Not to say today,
And not to say a thing tonight.
