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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  a pocket of blue sky framed just for me
pre-ignite camp blogging,
because my beloved macbook and i will be separated for four whole days.
what will i do when something amuses me and i have no twitterific?
or when i can't reanact the "Despicable Me" trailer and need reference?
what will i do without my archive of photos, and my growing library of creative writing??

my mac is important to me for so many reasons...
damn.

anyway,
actually im looking forward to 4 days of non-distraction,
maybe i can pump out 4-5 sets of lyrics/poems...
and do some journaling..
take some good photos,
and spend time on the grass, sleeping or talking to people.

sleepover was good like always,
but damn one night of messed up sleep
and my forehead is screaming OMGAH I HAVE PIMPLES.
=(
hopefully one night of full rest will be enough to fight off these basest of evils.

monopoly was awesome, like monopoly always is.
johnny was on a jailstreak right there...6 times. with payments to chantelle in between.
it was a long game, but at the cash in the females came out triumphant hellll yea.

the only negative was that yj was there to enjoy it with us.
and that johnny didn't go bankrupt because jeremy saved him.

^^

summer brings with it yet again,
its hazy air,
and always i remember the sight
of people sprawled all over the floor,
asleep, awake, dreaming...
of laughter around the table,
over plates of good food...
of lazy afternoons,
reading...a settled quiet
that does not stir easily.

and yesterday i told my beloved,
that we had only two months left,
before we had to head back into the battle that
we fight for 8.
with each year, maybe we'll be better equipped
and making it through with less grievances and less
misunderstandings.

i grow.
you grow.
together we live.
 


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