Lovleigh
un peu de moi
this is deeply disturbing.
in a good way.
I want to make things like this.
God doesn't forgive
because He is love.
“…it is the death of Jesus Christ alone that enables the divine nature to forgive and to remain true to itself in doing so. It is shallow nonsense to say that God forgives us because He is love.”
—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest
And I’m sure this is what I’ve known all along, but it seems to come to some greater meaning in this set of words.
inspiration comes in weird places
I knew I had scribbled notes for my final color photo project somewhere
somewhere, somewhere, somewhere…
not in my photo notebooks, or scraps of paper in photo class folders, or any of the predictible places…
No. I found those ideas scribbled in the back of my math notebook where I journal littlle things while the prof talks about quadratic functions. figures.
Is it wrong to sleep with your sister?
Perhaps many of you have seen this article already… but… it looks at the “most searched” suggestions that Google offers…
Thank you for this Adam. This photo just made my night.
Really? If that were my child’s angry face, I’d run away.
crying doesn't solve anything, but it might relieve the pressure
my parents found a note/journal page I printed out a few weeks ago. I must have dropped it in their car. my dad said, “We knew it was yours. that’s how you speak.”
While I’m not entirely glad they read what was on that piece of paper, there is something reassuring in the fact that I write and speak similarly… but mostly that my parents notice… because they don’t read much of what I actually write… like, my real writing. and, I’m afraid, that’s exactly what they found.
Also…
“To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.”
-Joan Didion
The current state of things.
Count ‘em… 1, 2, 3.
If I had started 42 minutes ago...
my math homework would be finished.
Today:
-I ate eggs for b-fast. I only remember this 7AM happening because the dirty dish is still sitting on my desk next to me.
-found out a kid in my photo class died this weekend. in his sleep. it’s just strange.
-wrote out my entire week/end schedule for homework/events while taking an accidental trip on the entire 48 bus route.
-literally have the “I-fell-asleep-and-dragged-my-pencil-across-my-notes” marks all over my theories of communication folder. this has never happened to me. i swear I’m developing narcolepsy.
-i realized there is no stopping. the world spins madly on. until Christmas. when it spins more madly on.
-I’m trying to comprehend a close family member’s complete and utter disbelief/frustration in/with “god”, as he says. and I want to see him in heaven is all I can think…
So much happens everyday. When people die, you wonder just how (un or incredibly) important all of it is.
without him
“They keep saying it’s going to be better without Victor. I don’t see that. Nothing’s changed except that I’m one person lonelier.”
-woman at the shelter tonight
… and what you say to that….I still don’t know…
