How do I mourn

when it has been so long?
She was so close to my heart, like a second mother, but now she is gone.
Curse the business of my days- I can't get away to attend the funeral...so how do I mourn? I wish to be with her family, to hug them, to hold them. They were there for my family during hard times- though I didn't understand it at the time, they gave so much of themselves to take care of my brother and I.
God's comfort to your family. I love you all and miss you dearly.

Have you ever met my dad?

Sometimes looks a bit like this.

(Yeah Mom, go get him. Let him see.)
Hahaa ; )
Love you!

This is your brain

on uber beer.
Drink with caution.

It's ok

you're not meant to be like everybody else. Take a moment-- try something different; explore regions of the world that have not been ventured by you.
Or, take off your shoes of something. Life is not a rigid box that must be kept neat and normal- explore you.

Surprises can be so amazing

especially when they involve seeing people that you haven't seen for awhile.
It brings tears of joy to my eyes.

They mean so much to me-
I don't know if they'll ever really know how much.
But I'll try to show them
by being the best friend that I can be.
Through anything.
I love them.
: )

We need this.

Unconditional love.

Oh, little ones

someday I'll have my own. We'll laugh, cry and play together.
What a beautiful blessing.

Close friends

are such a blessing.
Having people you know will always love you and stand behind you,
who will be there for you to comfort and encourage,
to cheer up or bring you back down to Earth,
to show you how much you are worth.
I love them. <3

Surpirse!

For that special get-together. ; ) : P

Yeah,

if only so.
Money drives the world. Without money, some people would get really lazy and not pull their share. Take a moment to imagine not having to work or worry about money...what would you do?

Come sunshine,

come bliss. Soak into my skin- feel the warmth in the breeze.

And all they ask my is:

Do ya chain hang low?

When

will my hand be open again?
And shall they stand at a distance?

Wrestling is fun

just fling your body everywhere.

Just wait

it'll probably happen..

Sometimes

you're just worn out. That alarm goes off and you think, "Ah, screw it." Sleeping in feels gooooood.

Some mornings you wake up and realize you have more time to sleep. You also take a split second to observe that, goodness, the sheets are so warm and you feel like you're in a beautiful little nest. You feel so embraced. You smile, snuggle your head into your pillow, and drift happily away back to dream land.

I believe

in tormenting spirits.
Have you heard of "spiritual warfare?"
What do you think?
Just because we can't see it, does not mean it is not real.

Why do the churches I attend always talk about God, and not about Satan and demons? They're real, too.
We may not see a possession every day, but why would the evil creatures show up so prominently and allow our people to be horrified by the actuality of it? People might actually believe. So, we don't see it, we don't believe it.

Don't open your eyes America, open your soul.
There is a difference between body and spirit.

We are all

so unique and beautiful. Why do we try to fit a mold? There's no need...

It's a new day-

so much can be accomplished. I love new days where I know I can "do work, son." ; )

Lately, I've felt that I've taken my days for granted, though. Being at school, I usually have a lot to do during the week, and I seem to just survive for Friday. That can't be right.
We're supposed to make the most of our days- I want mine to be a bit more extraordinary and less...."holy crap, is it 9 pm yet?"

Freeze!

He'll shoot!

I miss

my cats.
And waking up on weekends and wearing strange things around the house and being lazy and strange.
Those were the days.

And while you're at it.

.

When my imagination is in a lack of use, I am sad.

This is where I revert back to my, "Yes, Peter Pan, I would love to fly with you to Neverland."

I want to grow up, but I don't.

Please tell me:

Where is my exit?

Yes

There are some times

I just feel like this.
To describe it in words would make it seem too tangible, too vulnerable.