my best friend kristen wrote this about prisoners in uganda. i think it is so beautiful. jesus came to serve the unloved and the forgotten, from all backgrounds. i love her description of the prison…an open courtyard filled with hanging sheets. it kind of reminds me of visiting the infirmary in jamaica and visiting with all the forgotten men and women of that country.
i moved to washington DC to work with Americorps as an event planner/fundraiser for Little Lights Urban Ministries. i have an obsession with office supplies. i love the way old book pages sound. i have a dog named cupcake. senor cup for short.
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we weren’t meant to die.
the pain that comes with losing someone is proof that we aren’t supposed to be separated from the ones we love.
its not the way its meant to be.
molecules!
"cause when you’re in pieces you pick up the bits, but nothing fits and the wind blows you away…"
—
florence and the machine-flakes
its been a windy week…
there are few things i hate less than mushy watermelon.
gag.
"Occured to me the other day
You’ve been gone now a couple years
well, I guess it takes while
For someone to really disappear
And I remember where I was
When the word came about you
It was a day much like today
the sky was bright, and wide, and blue"
You’ve been gone now a couple years
well, I guess it takes while
For someone to really disappear
And I remember where I was
When the word came about you
It was a day much like today
the sky was bright, and wide, and blue"
—
“goodbye” by patty griffin
a couple years…is that how long it takes? or will i ever be used to it? i miss you jennifer. you were my best friend and only big sister. it isn’t right without you around. you would have loved all this attention though. you are a celebrity. i wonder if you ever knew how many people loved you and how many lives you changed. i didn’t. i love you so much. i know you still love me too. i will love you forever.
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its hard to keep up with tumblr when you don’t have a job that requires you to sit in front of a computer all day.
or any job at all. so many other things to do!
really? how does that even work?
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