Identity Crisis.

Am I now seeking human approval, or God's approval?
Or am I trying to please people?
If I were still pleasing people,
I would not be a servant of Christ.
Galatians 1:10

Your Heart's A Mess

Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

You have lost
Too much love
To fear, doubt and distrust
(It's not enough)
You just threw away the key
To your heart

You don't get burned
('Cause nothing gets through)
It makes it easier
(Easier on you)
But that much more difficult for me
To make you see

Love ain't fair
So there you are
My love

Your heart's a mess
You won't admit to it
It makes no sense
But I'm desperate to connect
And you, you can't live like this

Your heart's a mess
You won't admit to it
It makes no sense
But I'm desperate to connect
And you, you can't live like this

Your heart's a mess
You won't admit to it
It makes no sense
But I'm desperate to connect
And you, you can't live like this

Love ain't safe
You won't get hurt if you stay chaste
So you can wait
But I don't wanna waste my love

Donezo.

I try my hardest on a daily basis.
The first few weeks it was hard for me to get out of bed.
The first few months it was hard to go a couple hours without thinking of you.
And now its over. finally.

3 Hours.

at the

Bones.

Thus says the Lord God to these bones: I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live.
Ezekiel 37:5

Playing with Fire.

Losing someone is even harder the second time.

Sobbed:

"I saw what your mother was doing. I saw how neglected you were; I saw her drive your father off and I spent a lot of time beating myself up about that. But what does that do for you? Nothing. Nothing. I wasn't your advocate. I didn't fight for you. I never stood up for you. I let myself off the hook. I told myself I was young and didn't know any better, but I did know better. I wasn't much younger than you are now. I should have fought for you, Meredith. Like you fought for that child today. I told myself that I wasn't your father. That it wasn't my responsibilty, that I was right not to but in. I let myself off the hook. You were helpless. You were a baby. Beautiful. Smart. Funny little girl. And no one stood up for you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." - Dr. Webber (Grey's Anatomy) (Make fun, and I shall kill you)

That 70's Photo.

Got a new editing program...pretty stoked.

haha. i love youuuuu:

new self portrait...I don't even know what number i'm on...but obviously no where near 365. (Which was indeed the original plan.


over and out.

Banksy.

He's a British street artist...work is phenomenal.











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