She smiled in a big way.
I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.
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.

docudom:

A composite of planes taking off from Hanover airport: via @duncangeere

docudom:

A composite of planes taking off from Hanover airport: via @duncangeere

sarahalisa:

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.

The way I conduct myself creates an atmosphere in someone else and they make that atmosphere mean something about themself.

I laugh, I am sarcastic, I roll my eyes.

sarahalisa:

I have so many beautiful ideas about what my life could be like, but sometimes the realization that those are just ideas is heartbreaking.

Call me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not.

…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/ 


Tuesday’s are not my favorites.

It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobeying habit of speeding up.
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.

You are mine.

I really love this today. 

I am just not ready for it.

sarahalisa:

Effort. That is what I want. Just effort.

Worst person ever.

It’s storming outside. And my balcony is opened and I’m bundled up with a book & I am so happy.