a life devoted to things is a dead life, a stump; a God-shaped life is a flourishing tree.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
[jukebox track>>> spell- marie digby]
always been closing myself in and not realising how much i have missed out. finally after all these years, i've opened my wide eyes and see clearly what im falling short at & trying to mend those pieces that i've chuck away. but it's not all that easy now is it? especially since im more than imperfection & there's so much to change. after many long talks, i still felt a surge of being trapped in this timeless capsule that keeps playing the negativity on repeat. i dont wanna keep being like this. i want all moments of my life to be those that i make an effort in harvesting it to be worthwhile. &i'll keep trying. i am weak. thanks for always being right beside me. i love cuddling you to sleep. (:
idiosyncratic optimist.
i love humor because life dont mean a shit without it.
i don diet. i eat my hart out.
if money was hair, i've been a skinhead all my life.
music is the rhythm to life.
that is why i love mary kate.
welcome to my life.
& i love paperboy's armpit smell. (:
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