January 2012
52 posts
i’d really like to have a fireplace in my bedroom when i get married.
don’t you cherish me to sleep.
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on nostalgia: things i love part two.
I want to wake up in my bunk bed at 7:00 in the morning and not think about the amount of the sleep i got and convince myself that the quality of my day depends solely on it.
i want to smell pancakes and hear the sound of my mother singing “Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory.” i want to make my way to the kitchen and eat breakfast with my family.
i want to put on the clothes that my...
i guess it’s hard for people who are so used to things the way they are, even if they’re bad, to change.. because they kind of give up. and when they do, everybody kind of loses.
“…we have this treasure [of the gospel] in jars of clay, to show that the...”
– 2 Cor. 4:7-11
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confession.
i’m legitimately nervous that i will one day fall in love with a girl who has subpar taste in music.
i have nightmares about it actually.
the car rides to visit family.
the vacations.
the road trips.
the cleaning days.
the times where we just simply want to listen to music.
i can see it now, selflessly agreeing to listen to whatever she wants.
not realized that every second of music...
a post by myself about.. myself.
the past 3 years have been more significant to me than the 20 years prior combined. without going into too much detail, i’ve done a lot of soul searching in these past 3 years.. with myself and with others. in this, i’ve noticed that i like to soak things up. anything, really. and if you know me well enough, you know that i’m quite possibly the most observant 23 year old male you...
A lack of authenticity can be liberating in some ways, mostly in relationships.
The more honest feeling you put into a romantic coupling, the greater the chance you have of being colossally disappointed by your partner.
My intrinsic need to be vulnerable has allowed me to be perpetually heartbroken by a litany of women I expected to be ‘the one.’
Many of the women in my life ended up...
the human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed; the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms were broken if revealed.
“The man’s got the sperm and the woman’s got the egg. Now, once a month an egg...”
– Cory Matthews - Boy Meets World
getting robbed, sans robbed.
today started off a little differently than most days.
i was pretty exhausted from the weekend so i slept in pretty late.. i mean, real late.
i woke up actually pretty pissed off at myself, but oh well.
all my blinds are closed and whatever ounce of light there was outside on this terribly nasty day out didn’t stand a chance of making it through to me.
i get up in the pitch dark and...
i’m beginning to think that people need someone to get them off the internet and remind them that real life is much more fun.
We didn’t need a story. We didn’t need a real world. We just had to keep walking and we became the stories. We became the places. We were the lights and the deserts and the far away worlds. We were you before you even existed.
american beauty
there’s so much beauty in the world. sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. and then it flows through me like rain. and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
on cuddling: things i love part one.
despite contrary beliefs in regards to what makes men and women happy i recently read a study showing that cuddling is actually, more often than not, more important and joy-filling to men than it is to women. being as i am, a lover of cuddling amongst a vast sea of guys who either hate it or hate to admit that they love it, immediately let out a giant sigh of relief after reading such great news....
frank lloyd wright
who wants to road trip with me to Chicago for a few days solely to tour as many Frank Lloyd Wright buildings as possible?
people.
i truly love people. if given the option, i would always choose hanging out with someone 1-on-1, over hanging out in a large group, in fact, large groups often make me uneasy and thus force me to shut down.
i don’t know where this blog post is going, i just felt like writing. writing about people and social interactions i suppose.
i wish it were socially acceptable to have in-depth...
top ten of two thousand eleven
every year i make this silly list and i truly don’t know why.
when i see others doing it i, for some reason, immediately think to myself, “oh, they must have something to prove” or, “man, the amount of super obscure indie bands on that list must really up their ego and sense of individuality.”
who knows if anyone really does that, but i can’t help but wonder...
