This man has been singing soundtrack songs for me for years. Painting the sunsets on the sands of Mexico. Singing me to sleep by the trees in New England. Rainy Oregon evenings with squeaky windshield wipers and foggy windows. I can’t think of another artist who has been such a consistent source of beautiful accompaniment to life’s twists and turns. Looking forward to a new album with new memories to be made.
“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”—Chester Bennington (via dumbwhitegirl)
“You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.”—T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via tblaberge)
I have a really hard time accepting that “one day” is today. It’s tough for me to realize that I have fully moved on from the past and have stepped into seasons that I spent years preparing for. I’m so used to transitional seasons that I’m not sure how to settle into new ones that are here to stay. It’s a good thing! It most definitely is. I’m just at a loss here. I’m learning. How do you make room for people in permanence? Ministry? New priorities? New relational boundaries? Rearranging to accomodate for those priorities can be confusing sometimes. It’s a beautiful and humbling season, to see the Lord fulfill the desires of my and my friends’ hearts, through spouses, jobs, homes, and emotional restoration and maturity. It’s a fun season, having a forever best friend and getting to know him deeper and deeper. It’s a stretching season, that motivates me to cast off the old and make room for all this new. Cause this “new” will be here for decades.
“Sin comes with enormous consequences. Until we come to the healing embrace of the crucified Savior, sin will take [a] destructive toll upon our lives. If you can understand it, this is what we mean by the wrath of God—that God has given us real being, and real existence, and there are real consequences for our actions.
If you want to understand on a deeper level, you can understand this: We are more punished by our sins, than for our sins.”—Brian Zahnd, Death of the Monster God (via hislivingpoetry)
I made a profile on a nanny website to possibly find another job and some of these parents are crazy! One lady wants a babysitter 7 days a week from 6-midnight, others just want someone one day a week for 2 hours. I’m like ummm. k.
Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together. Fall off swings, and burn special things, and both play outside in bad weather.
Let’s eat badly. Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy. Let’s sit in the back of the car, making eye contact with strangers driving past, making them uncomfortable.
Not caring. Not swearing. Don’t fuck.
Let’s both reclaim our superpowers; the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth. The ability not to fear social awkwardness. To panic when locked in the cellar; still sure there’s something down there. And while picking from pillows each feather, let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed, forcing us closer together.
Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces; sticking our tongues out at passers by. Let’s cry. Let’s swim. Let’s everything.
Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over. Classical music is boring. Poetry baffles us both; there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant. Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled; with hours that could be spent rolling down hills, and grazing our knees on cement.
Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence. Learn about parents and forgiveness, death and morality, kindness and art, thus losing both of our innocent hearts, but at least we won’t do it apart.
Support your friend’s dreams. If they fail, you still supported them. If they succeed, you always believed in them. Otherwise, even when they succeed, it won’t feel like a victory that can be shared with you. And if they fail, they’ll feel like they disappointed you most. Support dreams, because there’s already so little passion in the world and so few of us go for the life we always wanted.