April 2010
16 posts
Sleepless long nights, that's what our youth is...
We probably should sort this out, but there’s a part of me that wants to leave it just as it is now. This is the one mess in my life that I love as much as I hate it. Sometimes I’d rather argue with you than have a delightfully civil conversation with anyone else. I enjoy the way you send me running to the dictionary and the way you quote Proust to prove me wrong. It’s...
Peace & love & understanding.
“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t...”
– James Earl Jones (via quote-book)
I listen to this when I miss you. Guess how high...
Cluelessness is the mother of invention.
xlovegrace: joshwa? joshwaxtree: sunshine? xlovegrace: why do you spell your name with a “w”? joshwaxtree: you love this story wayyyy too much joshwaxtree: but i’ll tell it again joshwaxtree: just cause i love you so much joshwaxtree: ok, so obviously my name is normally spelled J-O-S-H-U-A joshwaxtree: and when i was little, i thought W was literally “double u”...
“My darling girl, this is the real world. The only way to get a man like Mr Darcy...”
– Miss Austen Regrets.
How I wish this weren’t true. (via distantheartbeats) (via booklover) (via fuckyeahjaneites)
(via rominatrix)
Oh, to be young.
If you could tell me the answer to this little conundrum of mine, I think I’d give you anything and everything you wanted. Because it’s actually not so little and really, you probably couldn’t give me the answer anyway. The problem is, I can’t seem to give myself the answer either.
So can we just pretend? You make believe that you have the answer that I’m looking...
You’re the hero of this story -
You...
The great escape.
Dear Ferris,
I could really use a day off. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could just wish you here so you could rescue me from all this madness, just for a day?
Oh-so-wishfully yours,
Grace.
Well, here’s one thing we’ve got.
Easter.
Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning? Who told the ocean, “You can only come this far”? And who told the moon where to hide til evening? Whose words alone can catch a falling star?
Well, I know my Redeemer lives. I know my Redeemer lives. All of creating testifies and this life within me cries because I know my Redeemer lives.
The very same God who spins things into...
