it only hurts when I breathe.

We moved my sister.

We moved my sister to college.

We moved my sister to college in a span of 24 hours.

We moved my sister to college in a span of 24 hours, and she no longer will be across the hall.

Oh Allie, I hope life is good to you.

I'm a coward, not a fighter

disguised as a lover.

lonesome place

Night lights, on the drive to the airport.

The history books forgot about us,

and the bible didn't mention us.

Not even once.

off-track

I woke up thinking,

"love is not easily offended."

Thoughts;

I desire 'all hale kale' from the Veggie Grill, now.

car searching is scary

my God, my God.

create

I'm not so naive,
my sorry eyes can see.

hemming a dress I rescued from the Thrift Store a few months ago.

Thoughts;

finger-rolled hems suck

paper mache?

angel food cake

lavender sweet tea

hiking

...

I love Taylor Swift;

I hope she has more and more success.

where gravity is dead

That's where you've found yourself,

riding into the sun

On a raft made for one.

Sundays;

fruit lady

Kelly Rose; aka Frend

bike ride

deep breaths

life is good.

life is blessed.

lavender

weekend.

Last Song

Yesterday, I mentally said 'goodbye' to my room.

I photographed it so I would be able to have it always.

I do love this room.

I got to decorate it all myself.

It was so mush fun going to thrift stores and gradually piecing together my vision.

I wanted to incorporate worship; with it's feelings of serene peace and ageless beauty.

But I also wanted a place that felt creative, thus freeing me to create.

Seriously, I've learned so much this year.

SO many blessings and good memories, along with the bittersweet closed doors.

Thoughts;

I love my camera, so much.

I adore Beckham more and more, daily, hourly.

I want to learn how to play the guitar, but really am too shy to ask. Maybe someday.

overabundance = overindulgence