Feel the beat inside.

c-ya cheetah

got a new tumblr. so you won’t be seein anymore of me around this one…

hallelujah.

grace like rain falls down on me.

all my stains are washed away, they’re washed away.

on my mind.

demolished stairs. broken lights. broken locks. broken appliances. roommates that aren’t around. boxes of things everywhere. couches outside. dead cat smell. i DONT feel like this is my home yet, & that is unusual for me to even say.

my two best friends will be out of my sight/contact for awhile & i’m missing them beyond words ALREADY.

i’m trying to remember that my home is not of the world, but it’s really hard for me right now. i feel like a failure.

if you are reading this, please pray for me. i would appreciate it very very much.

things my heart breaks for lately:

—a lack of love towards unloving people (withholding compassion)

—looking down on other people because of differences in character, personality, & lifestyle (snobbery)

—the outpouring of words without action (hypocrisy)

—judging/being judgmental of other people

“Never look for justice, but never cease to give it.”

letters from spring break.

“alisha darling,

i am so glad we have been able to laugh, hang out, and just get to know each other better the past few days. you are such a crazy girl, i love it. i’ll miss y’all. Glagggalllagleagahhh…”

annie

i’ve been questioning myself lately, wondering about my growth as a person & in life. somehow looking back on past experiences causes me to solidify who i am, & gives me a peace of mind about future experiences.

P.S.—jess dewent’s letter to me was a picture of a robot with the caption “beep bop.”

a few of my favorite things:

running in humidity in the AM.

banjo.

pizza lunchables.

truths conquering lies.

i’m ready to be intentional.

about absolutely everything.