I’m tired of living at home. And feeling friendless. What’s stopping me from moving across the world, again?
There are 27 million of them - did you know?
I never share my personal blog on Tumblr, but today is an exception. There are 27 million. Please read this. Please be aware of what’s going on. Please don’t just shake your head and scroll past this. Slavery still exists, and just by knowing a little about it, you can help change the world. You are one voice, and you are one powerful voice when you come together with other...
That awkward moment when strangers flirt with your...
Don’t mind me. Just being protective, here. No big deal.
That awkward moment when you're singing along to...
I know a place where no one's lost, I know a place...
Why is it harder to regulate my meals when I live at home? Not that I think I’m suffering from being here, because I don’t think that at all. I’m all about saving money. But I somehow find it challenging to make plans for my own food… when at home. Not sure how to describe this. It doesn’t help that I’m not supposed to have dairy, am fairly convinced...
He just knows
Me: So how did you know I was with a guy at church?
Brian: You wouldn't spend time on the swings by yourself.
Me: Sure I would, I love swings!
Brian: But you wouldn't spend time with a girl on the swings.
Me: ...sure I would!
Brian: Okay. Let me rephrase. When you came by to drop off the sleeping bag, you were dressed up. You wouldn't have dressed up to go swing on the swings with a girl, or by yourself.
Me: Well... yeah, okay, that's true.
My second parents
Me: Can I come eat soup?!
Angie: Of course.
Angie: Brian says on one condition. You have to share about your man if you come over.
Me: I have a man? Hooray!
In pajamas, sipping a vanilla diet coke, reading...
It'd be cool if my head stopped throbbing.
Without Jesus, a hopeless end. With him, an endless hope.– Rick Warren (via littlethingsaboutgod)
Trying to balance clean eating with a dairy...
That awkward moment when your family reads your...
I have zero sense of self control.
But, it’s almost the holidays. And he’s leaving on Sunday. So this is warranted. Right? Because, he won’t come back until I’m about to leave for Atlanta. Right? And we won’t see each other for at least two weeks. So… I’m allowed a slip. That’s what I’m going to keep telling myself. If only he weren’t so good at making me laugh. ...