Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore
This song gets stuck in my head in a beautiful sort of way.
everything has changed.
I’m not sure where exactly I should begin. Life has been pretty crazy lately, but when has that ever been news. My desires have been in two different places the past month or so: what I want & what God wants for me. I want: security. peace of mind. to be held. to move on. comfort in my own skin. a soul that dares and defies. not to be lonely anymore. He wants: a pure life. a heart purged of all the things that my flesh burn for daily. more music. me to face my trials.
It’s not like I WANT to disobey God, but I want what I want so badly, I forget. I forget the change, I forget the journey, I forget what I’m alive FOR; the purpose driving me forward into eternity.
I crave image. I really do. And it’s gross, but it makes me feel good.
And lately, dating seems like a really nice option. But I know I wouldn’t be able to balance and juggle everything else and try to maintain a decent relationship.
Don’t even get me started on life after high school. I’m really grounded with my church in Tulsa, but the thrill and the danger of moving on sounds so enticing. I don’t know if it would be sin or not for me to move away quite yet. I just don’t know. Nothing really makes sense anymore but none of it matters.
Vapor vapor vapor vapor vapor
TROJAN PLAYERS.
theater never looked so good. haa…and notice i’m the only one of marginal ethnicity….being of the cherokee and creek native american tribes does have its perks after all.
Trouble in Vegas
The drama just keeps crawling into my life. I get rids of things I don’t have to worry about, but it wouldn’t matter because everything else decides to fall apart. It’s almost as if everything is supposed to be hard.
I’m tired of the hypocrisy and the petty behavior. Even on my part.
There has got to be some sort of life-cleanse I could do, to try to get the toxins out of my life.
Consequentially, I no longer feel the need to read “Hamlet” in class anymore; this suits me perfectly. In frankest terms, this speaks my language.
Just kidding, I love you Shakespeare.
a rainy day in middle america. (i haven’t hardly ever posted pictures of me or my life. i think this is a trend i might want to look into…)
“Volcano” by Damien Rice. One of the most expressive and (just plainly) amazing songs ever written. Not to mention Lisa Hannigan does a stellar job too. :D
3 Plays
I love finding obscure bands. Love. It.
And moreover, to succeed, the artist must possess the courageous soul… the brave soul. The soul that dares and defies.
Kate Chopin (author)
last call
You’ve got your stories and you’d swear it’s by design
But you won’t live out your stories
Unless the stars and the moon are practically aligned.
You’ve got your methods, but I was born to foil your plans
I’ve picked up a few of your methods
Don’t you recognize the slide of your own hand?
The desert calls your name again
The valley calls your name again
The pastures call your name again
Last call, last call, last call.
The way you brush up on Shakespeare if you’d pray it’d be like prose
So while I would plainly call a spade a spade
You’d question what else you’d call a rose.
I still remember when we had the same set of rules
And we’d play with what we didn’t know
Like the Six of Cups or the Ace of Fools.
The desert calls your name again
The valley calls your name again
The pastures call your name again
Last call, last call, last call
