love like crazy

here lies the ramblings of my heart and the swirling thoughts of my mind.

7.27.14

what does one do when all of the weighty pressures of the world are staring straight in the face, incarnate?

when i am sitting inside of a coffee shop with my nice computer and my nice things and your fingertips are pressed against the window and your physicality renders me defenseless because i am told to be both afraid of you and pity you.

i feel neither and both.

i feel like putting my fingers up to the glass.

but instead i look at my screen and only glance up.

you are soaked with sweat.

you are everything.

who am i when i look away?

who am i when i meet your gaze?

what am i doing when i am motionless but the gears inside of my skull turn rapid-fast 

and my heart feels gripped by your hand

separated by flesh

by glass

by years

by class

by a crap-load of things

i want to flip over the tables like He did

and yell

TO WHOM DOES THIS SPACE BELONG IF NOT TO THE BODY ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE WINDOW

selfie Sunday in a Nicaraguan  bathroom. #selfiesunday #jeje #vscocam #domingodeselfies (at Kfe Los Balcones)

selfie Sunday in a Nicaraguan bathroom. #selfiesunday #jeje #vscocam #domingodeselfies (at Kfe Los Balcones)

Steven Arthur

—Open (Rhye Cover)

no-tation:

can I make a full cover of a cool song in 30 minutes?

no.

but, nonetheless, here it is…

this is SO good, u guyz.

hvnly fthr

i know that the lids of my eyes can open but recently i have felt as though there are eyelids on my soul

what keeps us closed?

i think it is the cycle

pulling, always

i want to scream at the top of my lungs because these words in this space will never express what is a wordless song within myself

when i am given vision

a vision, two visions

when i am suddenly sure of something

/well i know now, honey, that i can’t pretend/

and i walk everyday in a linear motion that only You could give me

and i feel a beating heart and i look at the stars

in the midst of the afternoon, stars

in the morning, stars

in the darkness, stars

and when i am looking into a four-walled space and not the sky, stars

oh, give me a word or more

that will do justice to the interrupting of the cyclical motion of this circle

\i was never sure how much of You i could let in\ 

but the stars free me

when i want to scream, i do

because i can

and all of the places within this world that make my feel stuck inside of mud

are not my master

when a new line is hard-pressed into something that has always spun forever,

nothing will ever be

anything close to whatever was, once, long ago

i know that You have a name bigger than we could ever touch with the organ that is our skin

/and love is left in end/

somewhere between the ceiling and the stars

where i can reach

if only, open eyelids

\cause i’m a known coward in a coward wind\

but you’re free now.

-

7.25.14

they live in the mountains near the Nicaraguan-Honduran border. we went there today and spoke about life-change and growth.
one of my favorite days: ✔️
#vscocam  (at Amigos for Christ in Chinandega, Nicaragua)

they live in the mountains near the Nicaraguan-Honduran border. we went there today and spoke about life-change and growth.
one of my favorite days: ✔️
#vscocam (at Amigos for Christ in Chinandega, Nicaragua)

i took photos of the beautiful Brannon family yesterday and am obsessed with them

i took photos of the beautiful Brannon family yesterday and am obsessed with them

humans-of-pdx:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"An artist. I mostly do masks, cats and trees."

humans-of-pdx:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"An artist. I mostly do masks, cats and trees."

who needs ceilings?
#vscocam  (at 🌊)

who needs ceilings?
#vscocam (at 🌊)

if i want my septum pierced does that make me hard core