if any one out there is looking for a beautiful story in which to be submerged, The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman is my most high of recommendations at the moment.
first book that i ever finished and truly wanted to start over again.
March 1 2014
a year and a half of neglect on the top shelf procures quite the science project;
dead and lovely kombucha cultures.
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February 21 2014
*a freshly chopped bangs appreciation selfie*
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February 21 2014
i swallowed a handful of sparks, drew the bridge and beat the drums with a coloured brush.
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February 9 2014
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February 6 2014
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January 26 2014
gathered stones to make a something.
i came home, and this was on my pillow. My friend and roommate overheard me wanting to buy this and got it for me for Christmas. BEST FRIEND EVER.
Thank you for your passionate dedication to art miss Meggie. I am so excited to read your new book!
"in her fairy tales and sweetest dreams
she found Jesus on her own
and He told her that He loved her
and that He would be her home
and He danced and sang His songs over her
as she slept at night
and she felt His joy
and she felt His peace
His gentleness and His might
and she believed that He bore a pain
and that He bore it in His side
but to believe that He loved her so
was just so much that she would hide
for His love was too dangerous
and how could He dare
to love her the unlovable
it just didn’t seem fair.”
“‘i’m so small, i can barely be seen. how can this great love be inside of me?’
‘look at your eyes, they’re small in size but they see enormous things.’”
if only they were pens,
we could trade
for a basket,
and let it all sink in.
we push her down, cut her up
into a million tiny pieces and scatter them far and wide.
in a fallen world,
never meant for the blind.