just when i need it most ( Read more... )

ew. why.

to more than one person ( Read more... )

-i thought i lost my volcom sandals and i almost had a panic attack. but then i found them in a trash can that my dad puts things that we leave lying around the house and threatens to throw them away. but he never does ( Read more... )

i regret that choice of text.
i'm sorry.
i hope you are not mad.

well i'm choosing to be productive tomorrow. i'm going to box my things in my room, label them, stack them, and put them aside till after christmas when i will finally be ready to make the move. i'm packin up and leaving. i've already thrown away half my things and have thrown everything else that may be worth a buck in a hamper to sell at the next ( Read more... )

yesterday was the prettiest day i'd had in a long time ( Read more... )

1. What time is it in one hour ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

i'm learning to love things. like my car, my brokenness, my clothes that i'm tired of, my home that is unfinished, my school, my room that is messy, my job. because at least i have these things. at least i have something to drive, at least i have a heart, and clothes to wear, a place to live, a place to learn, a room to clutter up with junk, a ( Read more... )