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dear hannah, i made this for lunch, substituted tofu with chicken, for the only reason that i didn’t have any tofu and i knew i needed some protien. not that buckwheat soba noodles aren’t filled with protein :) anyways, check out this lady’s cooking website. <3 sigh.

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favorite day; not stop snow in dallas??

my cute sis(:

my cute snowman(:

You’ll never see the courage I know
Its colors’ richness won’t appear within your view
I’ll never glow the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgments made on you

But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still to proud to mention, to you

You’ll say you understand
But you don’t understand
You’ll say you’ll never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise and you can’t afford to lie

You’ll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You’ll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I’ve ever shown to you

photo by callyamanda

You’ll say “don’t fear your dreams”
It’s easier than it seems
You’ll say you’d never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can’t afford to lie

You’ll never live this life that I live
I’ll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You’ll never hear the message I give
You’ll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

But as the scenery grows I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention, to you

You’ll say you understand
You’ll never understand
I’ll say I’ll never wake up knowing how or why
I don’t know what to believe in

You don’t know who I am
You’ll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I’ll never need a lie

-never is a promise, fiona apple.

my life is a field where good things like turnips and celery should grow (thank my brain’s random selection of vegetables) where a lot of silly things grow like petunias (which die out fast in heat or cold) and a lot more weeds than i’d like. some weeds are thorny, some have little flowers, but they’re still weeds. now in the past couple months someone or something (i think situations in the form of a giant hand with a rake) has been digging up all the few vegetables (which die and are slow to grow back) and smashing the flowers (which spring back quickly) and hacking at the weeds (which are very hard to kill). deep furrows are dug. potholes are formed. the dirt, the foundation of all these plants, is overturned. they can still grow, but their sweet little rows have ceased. this weekend, the rake and the hand decided to chop and hack and hit the tender spots. i feel like my normality is out of place and my emotions are raw and my mind is spinning.yet some reason, i have peace. maybe its because i know that somehow, some of the goods plants are still growing.

and god brings rain.