is stoked that @jamietworkowski won the #woodies :D he deserves it! I luv @TWLOHA. Wish i was at generate w/ @TonyGWood, @philwickham 2nite.
RT @jonathanforeman: “I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.” -Walt Whitman. Feel the same way, Walt.
I am pretty much stoked :D as of the moment, i will only have two days of class next semester ;) it will be exhausting but very nice :) Digital Photography Class Piano College Algebra Child and Adolescent Psychology :)
The day’s last one-way Ticket, the train pulls in. We smile for the...– Vienna by The Fray <3
RT @jonathanforeman: “A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
RT @jonathanforeman: “Who controls the past, controls the future; who controls the present, controls the past.” -George Orwell
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RT @WookieeChew Win a copy of Phil Wickham’s Heaven and Earth!RT to win! Rules & info http://tiny.cc/4h3Ri #philwickham #HeavenAndEarth
REALLY wants 2 B in NY or LA rt now… @TWLOHA has an event in NY 2morrow, & @jonathanforeman & @switchfoot is plays on Jimmy Kimmel 2nite.
I live somewhere between the current & daydreams, life & death, hope & reality, love & hurt, brokenness & healing, Beauty & simplicity.
15 “Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey. The LORD looked and was displeased that there was no justice. 16 He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him. 17 He put on righteousness as his breastplate, and the helmet of...
I live somewhere between the current and daydreams, black and white, life and...
Whitest G you will ever see.
Cleverbot: are you alive?
Cleverbot: Are you a.
Me: Am i a what?
Cleverbot: a G
Me: I'm the Whitest G you'll ever see.
To Write Love on Her Arms: The Story- By Jamie...
“Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won’t see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what...
Saving the planet is good and all… But what about saving the hurting in...– Myself
Friends are the melody of songs we have yet to hear, the scent of flowers we...