crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that ( Read more... )

Each of us pays a heavy price for our fear of falling flat on our faces.... As we get older we do only the things we do well. There is no growth in Christ Jesus without soe difficulty and fumbling. If we are going to keep ong rowing, we must keep on risking failure throughout our lives ( Read more... )

I am taking this time to procrastinate ( Read more... )

I've been waiting for good news
Words to continue singing these ones
To the same demographic
Be it not perfect
Let it be heard by those taking an interest
Not for the critics holding their ears

Gonna get ready
Gonna get ready

I've been waiting for answers
Dancing in circles, making me sick
I've been chained like a tiger
To hundreds of liars all ( Read more... )

Gym, Medical Spanish, Physics Lab, Physics Lecture, Choir, and finally Lecture on God and Science ( Read more... )

"Of course, the issue isn't completely defined by our response. The consequences of substance abuse, poverty, and irresponsibility have left countless men and women on our streets without a single outward shred of dignity. But Christ is not deterred by that. As C.S. Lewis wrote: "Christ died for men precisely because men are not worth dying for: to ( Read more... )

She's still crying on the bus
I'm so quiet on it
there's one man who's barely concerned
all the others seem to think she's crazy
we're really all a little too lazy
to ask whats wrong
"whats wrong with you?
why are you crying for us
whats wrong
whats really, really wrong?"

i'll be here for a very long time
i'll be here for a very long time
i'll be here reading ( Read more... )

When I look at the stars
When i look at the stars
When I look at the stars I feel like myself.

"You know, it'd been outside for like, august, september, october, july."
+long pause+
"I know i went out of order"

jennie stolte on when she got her cat.

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face
Then I beg to be spared cause I'm a coward
If there's a master of death
I bet he's holding his breath
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power

I'm a doubting Thomas
I can't keep my promises
Cause I don't know what's safe
Oh me of little faith

--Nickelcreek.