December 2011
1 post
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
5 posts
I fought for 18 years to have a cup of coffee with... →
If you don’t understand the “why” of how someone acts - maybe it’s time for you to sit and listen to their story. :)
September 2011
18 posts
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Which Cycle Of Wash Are You On? →
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camera flares
And it’s at times like these that I think in starry nights and colours faded from vivid reality; I dream in vague blurry bokeh lights of music notes in prose’d lyrics, of secret desires hidden blossoming into beauty, of real-time transformation and fragile new life growing from broken shards.
I see the world pass in an angry motion of vehicle noises, gunfire and shouts - nothing that...
Don't weary in doing good →
So true. And loads of wisdom.
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“…so many circumstances in life are beyond our control. The death of a...”
– Brian Houston | Hillsong Collected
“Don’t fight the season! Understand that there is gold in every single...”
– Lucille Houston | Hillsong Collected
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you make me think
<!— Focus, unfocus. No, it’s still not clear - you need to readjust the lens.—>
Have you ever played in a gushing river on a hot summer’s day? You splash and you laugh and yell, and sometimes you glance up to check that your parents are still there - that the tents are waiting for the starry, tired nights, and food attending the campfire for the energy lost now in...
August 2011
12 posts
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twenty-two of eleven: turn of an age
I think some of the most undervalued things in life are friendship and family - they’re so easy to take for granted…
That’s why I want to use my (belated) birthday post to write this for you.
Disclaimer: If I write everything my heart means to say here, I will firstly make myself cringe, and secondly make you close the browser (collectively). =P So I’ll try to be...
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July 2011
18 posts
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hope (live)
It was a quiet day, a morning of little import. The sun was streaming through the window, and outside the tender leaves of grass were green in the brittle cold of winter’s grasp. I stirred my foot to wind closer a warmer swirl of blanket.
Somewhere several kilometres away, you were probably awake and staring at the ceiling, painted bare white, shadowed by naked oak trees. Pots clattered...
and you spoke to me through a book.
thedustdancestoo:
there it was.
the quietest reassurance, giving me strength.
love is patient, you whispered in ink. love is patient.
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are we there yet?
the journey is also the fight to the finish line…
dear everyone, sorry for the long absence from tumblr-land.
I have no internet at my new place & may not have any for awhile yet - but - I promise you when I do get it, I have a billiontrillion ideas that I’ll post up around the place… and this won’t be a useless blog that you’re following, lol.
I’ve had...
