Writing to Strangers

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September 2010

Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010260 notes
Our Calling vs. Human Nature.

Our higher calling, whether you’re religious or not, is to love one another equally. To be compassionate towards our brothers, friends and foes. However, how do you find any sort of strength,…er “grace” as you might say to overcome ill feelings towards individuals?

I can pray. I sure can, but God doesn’t intervene into our world that quickly, nor does he gives us answers that easily, or else it’d be too easy. Hence why it’s always
“a search for the truth.”

RanDUMB: after hearing about a shooting on UT campus, I obviously panicked and contacted quite a few known souls in my phone asking for some reassurance that they were alive, safe etc. Some others I just pulled information off of facebook and felt the need to not stress them out with me stressing.

Anyways, I sent a text message to an individual whom I haven’t really talked to in eons? Perhaps our last conversation was through a very intricately written e-mail explaining too many things with words creating its own tangent in its own way. Regardless, I had sent a text to that person hoping that they were safe etc.

it didn’t surprise me that a response came many hours later. However I revel in the fact that they was safe from harm from an area I knew they studied often at. Although I’ve come to terms with past decisions and situations this individual and I had gone through, you can definitely feel it there. That tension. The one that you thought some well written letter could have alleviated but didn’t.

I did send the message with good intentions hoping for their safety and well being. But I guess it’s not enough these days to please the crowds.

-moving on-

I wish my cousin and I had more time on our hands to waste talking, I mean, at least it’d be a view I would agree with. I mean we’re only human after all, right?

But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks around in the darkness; he does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded him

1 John 2:11

Scares me a bit.

I’ll never achieve grace.

Sep 29, 2010
Sep 28, 2010411 notes
#sickness wins
Sep 28, 2010
DEAR SHOOTER ON UT CAMPUS, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

he was dressed up and shot himself dead near the PCL.

apparently there’s another one lurking campus, or so they suspect.

EVERYONE STAY SAFE, and I’m automatically assuming the worse when you don’t respond to me, but seriously

stay safe, I love you guys.

Sep 28, 2010
Winding down

For sleep. Surprise :) I is happy

Sep 28, 2010
Tet Trung Thu

I forgot about it.

Sep 27, 2010
Breathe Again Sara Bareilles

thelisashow:

Breathe Again
Sara Bareilles

(via notyourrobot)

♬ All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe. Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something. Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again. ♬

She’s coming Saturday to the palladium ballroom. Oh how I’d love to go…

Sep 27, 201044 notes
#i breathe music
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010133 notes
Sep 26, 2010
#apo
“What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” —Ecclesiastes 3:9-11
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010
Naked As We Came Iron & Wine

thelisashow:

Naked as We Came
Iron & Wine

♬ She says wake up, it’s no use pretending. I’ll keep stealing, breathing her. Birds are leaving over autumn’s ending. One of us will die inside these arms. Eyes wide open, naked as we came. ♬

Iron and Wine (I can’t get sick of these guys ever.)

Sep 24, 201050 notes
Animal Neon Trees

FUN

Oh oh, I want some more,

Oh oh, what are you waiting for
take a bite of my heart tonight

Animals- Neon Trees

Sep 24, 20101 note
#i breathe music
Sep 24, 201046 notes
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010399 notes
Upward Over The Mountain Iron And Wine

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Upward Over the Mountain- Iron and Wine


 

Sep 23, 20101 note
#i breathe music #iron and whine
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