Well hello there, fellow journey-taker. Looks like you've decided to take a risk and stop by. Well, I hope I make it worth your while. Here are a few things about me:

I'm an outgoing-ish introvert who's living an Epic life. I love watching stories, reading stories, and writing stories that rhyme. I love the drums, but am learning to play the keys. I love bushels of flowers, lengthy letters, Colorado's mountains, and always consider laughing as medicine. But, I'd take a deep, heart-full conversation over a flimsy pass-by any day. I'm a singer/songwriter...but these days, who isn't?
Anyways, this is my way not to promote - but express - what I love, what I like, what I hate, and what I fight. This is the view of the world from my brown eyes and golden, Ransomed Heart. I'm figuring things out, makin' mistakes, feelin' the love, and lovin' the One who makes sense of it all. This is my story. What's yours?

 

He whispers His promises of restoration into my soul. “I will resurrect your broken heart.” His whispers are like rushing waters in this barren place.

I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it.

Haiku by l.s.f.   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: despawndent)

Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who’d be kind to me. That’s what people really want, if they’re telling the truth.

Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: misswallflower)

You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.

#127: (February 3, 2014)

(Source: write2014)

aseaofquotes:

Brock Clarke, An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England

aseaofquotes:

Brock Clarke, An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England

colleenclarkart:

This is the only reason I’m happy that summer is ending. My clothes can finally appropriately represent the darkness of my soul.

colleenclarkart:

This is the only reason I’m happy that summer is ending. My clothes can finally appropriately represent the darkness of my soul.

We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.