F%#&!
The last time I did it was in 5th grade…
The last time I did it was in 5th grade…
What I am about to say may sound a little extreme, so I want to begin with an apology…
Please stop complaining. ‘Adulting’ has its difficulties, but I think more than that, it has its promises…
My blog posts as of late have become far too formulaic. But tonight, I’m creating a new formula. It’s a free-form formula, like that category of math that uses letters instead of numbers.
I think we expect that simply because we wear the label of “Christian” our lives should be a model of peace and the absence of worry or fear…
You’re still in high school, and no one else is being affected by your little secret, right? You think the struggle will fade away on its own eventually. You couldn’t be more wrong…
Because I’ve learned that people come and go—or maybe I’m the one who’s leaving….
A twig snapped several yards into the mist.
You said your romantic fire is being doused by the liquid of distance. I think the liquid of distance can be flammable…
I still love you passionately. Why don’t we leave for a trip to Paris tomorrow and not just Paris, but everywhere.









