we were seventeen years young.

i am still running, and i wonder when i will ever stop. stop, and give it up for something that looks more like sitting still and waiting for Jesus Christ . sometimes i am just not okay at doing that. sometimes my heart just hurts and i know that God is big and has plans that i can't fathom, and that becomes a rock and an anchor.

summer is still coming, and coming. i love the warm air and the fact that i'm not taking any classes right now. freedom fest is in a few days, and i am ready for it. i am not looking towards anything else this time, like i usually seem to do. all i want is to be a light, one that isn't hidden behind or underneath anything else. i am done living like that. i'm trading in the half loves for the one true love, the one that doesn't ever fail. and i won't even miss them.

"so build me a home inside your scars, build a home inside your songs. build me a home inside your open arms, the only place i will ever belong."
-jon foreman.

"We are TEAM AMERICA!"
"Well, I guess America must be in a recession then."
-Hayden and Stephen Young, during a game of volleyball.

"we didn't do smores. we did coors and budlight. we did beef jerky".

-ramsey d, on his life.

and neko case can still make me cry, and all of that stuff.


and now it is starting to rain, and i have been waiting for this moment for a few days. my laptop is warm on my legs, and i'm pretty much really happy. also, i have had 4 or 5 sodas in the past few days. oh relapse.