February 2011
January 2011
Oh, I’m running to your arms, I’m running to your arms
The riches...
– Forever Reign- Hillsong
Dear English Teacher,
I can’t help that I keep missing your class. My grandma died. Stop being a jerk. Also, don’t tell me “no more sickness and no more death.” Those are two things that are way out of my control. I’m not sorry.
Sincerely,
Hannah
The more people I know who pass away, the more...
I’m going to miss you, Camping Grandma.
You were one of the most liveliest people I ever knew. I’m going to miss your stories and our adventures but most of all really just you. Tell everyone hello from me.
I love you and I’ll see you soon.
<3
You don't know how hard I am trying to hold myself...
That moment when you can really feel the heaviness...
It feels like all my words are stuck in my throat.
Drop Psalms, not bombs.
Just started reading this:
love.