I am officially on summer holiday, which means each day has unlimited potential. Today was dedicated to making Lavender Cupcakes- topped with honey butter icing: I actually picked the lavender fresh from our backyard. It made the whole kitchen smell so delicious. I love the beauty created while cooking & baking. It mesmerizes me. How batter spun in a KitchenAid mixer can contain...
I’ve a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string, somewhere...– Mr. Rochester
self discovery: I actually really love a room full of strangers. strangers that I then get to know I like the what-everyone-else-finds-awkward get-to-know you’s. the initial conversations, the first impressions. I find it all rather exciting. I like the opportunity to go in somewhere completely unknown, I don’t mind doing it alone. it makes me feel most fresh, independent. secondly:...
34 little notes found in a box tucked under my bed. Saved from the first boy that ever loved me. They were always waiting under the desk for me, each day I went to Spanish class. I was 15 years-old. Already confident. Already independent. I think I’ll keep those notes forever, though. They remind me of something.
serenely independent & content
Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my...– The Little Prince
Today I said goodbye to my dear friend, Ralph. I remember the day I bought him, 2 years ago, the summer before college. When I sat in his chair and hung a lavender heart around his neck (the rear view mirror) I instantly knew his name and we were best friends ever since (even when he was a lil baby brat and wouldn’t start for just the strangest reasons). I’ll miss your guillotine...
Thank God It’s Thursday Last final in a little over an hour. Which means I practically made it. Even though I went into this year signed up for 7 classes. 6 of them being major courses. What kind of psycho? Seriously. It makes for a long list. …well guess what baby? We pretty much did it. boom. bam #praisereport
That moment you can finally laugh and say HOPE IS BACK after a two-week funk. It’s a little giggle in your throat. A skip in your step. A soaring mind. A light heart. Hope is back, and the past two weeks of blah are what make me cherish her even more. I love. being. happy. I love. being. free. I love. being. me (again)
Fold back my pages and bookmark the parts you love. Don’t stop reading me.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
how dare you say you are unloved when you have the creator of the universe doting on you how dare you say you are empty when you have the sustainer of all things at your very core how dare you say you don’t feel close enough when you are swarming in his blessings with just one step you take outside I am loved I am full I am held close and I know all these things, I do feel them I...
moral of the story: stop being fake [produced & directed for class- introduction to production]
In Christ alone, who took on flesh Fulness of God in helpless babe. This gift...– In Christ Alone
It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same,...– F. Scott Fitzgerald
That awkward moment when you change the song on your playlist because it...