February 2012
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마지막 춤은 나와 함께 - 재주소년
last dance, with me
I really need to keep track of things and people I should be grateful for.
catholic missionary trip now costs $0 with fundraising. praise the Lord!
ray and mike, they were heading out, saw me walking in, tried to hold the door but failed… so they walked back, swiped the student card and held the door just so I could walk in. if I were them, would I have done that?
eric, who was sitting...
I miss you already
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but let’s get real.
doesn’t everyone feel a little lonely inside at all times?
regardless of people’s presence by their side.
thepoliticalnotebook:
“Babaamr is facing a genocide right now. I will never forgive you for your silence. You all have just give us your words but we need actions. However our hearts will always be with those who risk their life for our freedom. I know what we need! We need campaigns everywhere inside Syria and outside Syria, and now we need all people in front of all embassies all over the...
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I can’t believe lent came this early. I love the process of going through several weeks while keeping my promises with God and patiently waiting for the celebration of Easter, but at the same time, I realize lent is a very emotional commitment during which I need to reflect upon myself often. with college life and a bit of disconnection I have been feeling with God, I am slightly afraid of...
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my high school’s one of the biggest events - inite- is today. I’ve been looking at the pictures of seniors rehearsing for the big show and smiling brightly in their costumes and to be honest, I’m really jealous. although college is full of freedom and fun and all, 2nd semester of senior year is something simply unforgettable. never in my life do I believe I will have a period of...
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sister, dear, you know who you are. feel better. I’m here cheering for you. sometimes you have to let go for greater things to happen.
“and your eyes must do some raining if you’re ever gonna grow.. ” - bright eyes
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing...