of Passionate Worshipper's of Beauty

"Captain Jim was a passionate worshipper of beauty. Every lovely thing heard or seen gave him a deep, subtle, inner joy that irradiated his life."

Passionate worshipper of beauty... I'm sure that my closest friends and I easily fit the religion of beauty worshippers. I myself am also a marriage worshipper.

I have recently come to praise the sea. I went to Florida recentlly, sat on the shore in a lightning storm, collected shells on the beach and fell madly in love with it all. I crave the beachshops and reading the 5th book of Anne of Green Gables didn't stop my addiction of the sea at all.

The first 63 pages I've read so far have been absolutely divine. Anne and Gil got married and rode in a carriage straight to their house of dreams which is right on the sea. I've been convinced to move to Prince Edward Island, Canada when I grow up. It will all be so old fashioned and beautiful. And, of course, I'll fall in love while I'm there and stay young forever.


"Slow walk, slow walk, hot ladies are never in a rush." -Hannah, the man.

Swallowing my Pride

goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream, i'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?

wishing i'd realize what i had when you were mine

I've had the most romantic of days. It's been awfully wonderful. Bicycles are the most romantic things! My Kumquats and I have been on such lovely rides on our bicycles and such lovely walks as well. My bosom friend Maddiey and I walked to the antique shop across from the AF rec center, Star Mill, today. It only took us about an hour to get there and it was such nice weather! It was so very exciting. A party and a half?

Would you like to know one more exciting thing? I'm cutting my hair off tomorrow.

all the styrofoam began to melt away

M'dear friend Maddiey Beardall found this old post that was deleted on accident. Vankyou Vankyou Vankyou, Miss Maddiey McGorgeous for finding this (you're in it P.S. Just in case you didn't realize).

You'll come back when it's over. No need to say goodbye.

If I wasn't so sensitive...

I'd probably listen to songs that are from my summer.

And those songs that are slow and sad. I'd be able to listen to them too.

But just because they can't feel it too.

I'd be able to go to Afrelle with out a single tear accompanying me.

I'd survive everything with out crying.
I could go on vacations and not miss my friends.

 It started out as a feeling.

I wouldn't get so offended by everything people said... or didn't say.
The words "had to be there" wouldn't make me cry... I seem to never have been there.
No one would make fun of me.

Turned into a quiet word.

Hearing a big sister cry wouldn't make me cry too.

Looking through the window well at a best friend cry would not affect me either. 

Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

I'd still be able to breathe and see a shooting star at the same time.

Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before.

I would have no trouble changing to my new Self... whom I like better. She kinda has an opinion now.

Change would not be my biggest fear.

All you can do is try to know who your friends are.

I'd tell Tommy that I don't fully have a bad case of ward-itis anymore.

I could tell him that, although I am cured of the ward-itis, I still have the best ward (yes, it's better than yours). 

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger til they're before your eyes.

I'd tell my Self that I've grown up before so there's no need to be afraid.

I could remind my Self that I didn't die last time... I'm not gonna die this time.

Now we're back to the beginning, it's just a feeling that no one knows yet.