we whisper in the light, while we yell in the dark, this is who I am, this is who we are, we whisper in the light, while we yell in the dark, this is who I am, this is who are, we are lions, we are sharks but we weren’t made for cages in the dark no, we weren’t made for scars but maybe whispering is a start but still, we’re not quite still and I fear, this is not what You...
austin stone (9am) + austin stone kidstuff (1115am) + torchy’s tacos (approx. 1:30pm) + book people (2pm) + austin stone (5pm) plus p terry’s (7pm) = amazing day in austin. thank you God. thank you Austin.
not the same post I would normally post
this isn’t a poem. this is a dumb thought in my head, that, with out this, would never escape, but I would like for it to escape, because I think that a lot of people feel this way. also, I fear I’m the only one who feels this way. blow jobs are bad. making out with someone you aren’t dating, is, sort of, bad. it can lead to bad things (like blow jobs) and so therefore, are...
take back the ship, and let go the wheel, I trust the sails will find the wind, when I felt the breeze I knew it was real as I felt home again My God, how long has it been, since I’ve seen dry land, for too long the dark waters have been who I am surely I convinced myself with my hands I can steer and the rough waters I’ve heard about I’ll surely stay clear I swear to God the...
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I just learned
how to look at people who’ve ‘liked’ my posts. I am so grateful to be able to write anything I write, and it blows my mind that people out there, some people I’ve never met, like anything I’ve written. From the bottom of my heart… no… with my whole heart, thank you guys so much. You guys are totes cool. Totes.
is there any other possible way and here I’ve been alone, maybe a month, anything is possible for you and look at the things I’ve done so I made a list and of course, I’m the first one and I’m so afraid I might forget that and run the times I’m sweating bullets well, you sweat out blood and I can’t help but drown in my puddle of a flood my shaking hands, and my...
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Do you ever look at strangers and wonder if they’ve been in a porno?– Brett, on our way back from Red Lobster.
giggle party, out of dallas. hopefully playing with a local band soon.
if we could be a robe or cloak, if we could be the clothes, made of ordinary cotton any normal man grows if we could all be woven together to cover up the skin into whatever colorful pattern our maker decides to sew us in remind me how I said I used to be a lonely thread discarded so casually like words I’m sure I’ve read but now I’m sewn together into a rich fabric I could never...
41 If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles.– Matthew 5:41 Today I was walking around campus, and I thought about this verse, and then God gave me a chance to live it. It was awesome.
I should have known that I was bound to deny you my perfection, blessed, forgiving, and graceful as I have left so many things I’ve loved but you’re different and far from an ordinary example you ran to me, and gave me your best robe you put a ring on my finger even though I didn’t earn it when I came back from the city, you showered me in love even though we both know I never...
How old are you?” ...– This is why I don’t go clubbing in the Heights. Or anywhere. Stop clogging the dance floor. Stop going to clubs thinking you’ll get some. Live for yourself please. Just dance because you want to dance, not to get noticed. Stop putting so much importance in what other people think.