Saturday, April 30, 2011
Foxes
Thursday, April 28, 2011
GO READ EPHESIANS 4.
Do you ever feel stalked by the things you did in the past? i do. There are some things I cant. get. away. from. and usually they're the things i regret most. which is simply lovely. ha. and every time i think of or see something that i did in the past that i regret, I always think the myself. Good grief KateLyn. never do THAT again. in fact, how bout you never do ANYTHING again. not like that'll ever happen. but i think i should start. with the whole not doing anything thing. because it seems like every thing i do ends up taking a turn for the worse. because (lets face the fact, folks) most things i do, i do for my vain ambition. Every good deed can become something horrible when we do it for the wrong reason. when our end goal isn't what it should be. I think this is why it's in the Bible. I never got this verse before, and now i do.
Isaiah 64:6a. "All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all of our righteous acts are like filthy rags." This isn't an excuse to never try to do anything righteous, this is a truth. God can't credit us with the self control to do righteous acts for righteous reasons. because we don't have it! we don't have the sense of real love necessary to put others ahead of ourselves. so, therefore, our 'good' deeds end up being useless, because we're doing them just because they're good deeds and Jesus said so. Not because it's in our hearts to please Him and love Him. (Psalms 139:1 O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.) He knows better.
Here's my advice. go read Ephesians 4:17- 5:21. (that was my cue to post a link but it was too long. now you have to go to allllllll the trouble of looking for it yourself. sad. do it anyway, cuz its really worth reading.)
Yes in fact right now I feel completely and utterly stalked by a poor decision made in my past. and regrets aren't a thing to mess around with. they hurt. I can honestly say having your heart broken doesn't feel like it's ever going to heal. EVER. maybe that's just me though. I just warn you to be careful, because there's such a better way. Now, WE can't change ourselves do righteous things and be righteous people, but I know someone who can. Just keep fighting for it. praying. reading. listening.
To Infinity and Beyond!
Isaiah 64:6a. "All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all of our righteous acts are like filthy rags." This isn't an excuse to never try to do anything righteous, this is a truth. God can't credit us with the self control to do righteous acts for righteous reasons. because we don't have it! we don't have the sense of real love necessary to put others ahead of ourselves. so, therefore, our 'good' deeds end up being useless, because we're doing them just because they're good deeds and Jesus said so. Not because it's in our hearts to please Him and love Him. (Psalms 139:1 O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.) He knows better.
Here's my advice. go read Ephesians 4:17- 5:21. (that was my cue to post a link but it was too long. now you have to go to allllllll the trouble of looking for it yourself. sad. do it anyway, cuz its really worth reading.)
Yes in fact right now I feel completely and utterly stalked by a poor decision made in my past. and regrets aren't a thing to mess around with. they hurt. I can honestly say having your heart broken doesn't feel like it's ever going to heal. EVER. maybe that's just me though. I just warn you to be careful, because there's such a better way. Now, WE can't change ourselves do righteous things and be righteous people, but I know someone who can. Just keep fighting for it. praying. reading. listening.
To Infinity and Beyond!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Today :)
Today is Easter! He is Risen! Today is the day we're always reminded of the whys of Jesus' death- and for good reason. It's the most important fact in all of history. Without it we are the most hopeless of all people; people to be most pitied. living our lives, chasing a fairy tale? That's why the whys are so important. we need to be assured of our faith, of his death, and most importantly of his life. we have to know by hear why it matters, why we have to be willing to live and die, walk and talk, breathe and know, really KNOW, what it is we live for. That's what most people focus on. Because its the perfect picture of love. and we all need a little of that.
I watched the Passion of the Christ all the way through for the first time last night. Which is why i'm going to look at the how.
When we hear the word 'killed,' what do you think of? Most normal people would think of guns, I suppose. shot and killed, just like that. a matter of seconds from living and breathing to not. Or maybe you're a history buff like me. and i automatically think hung. Maybe a little bit longer of a death. but still. in just a short time, they're gone. Over. being murdered seems like a pretty quick thing, right? especially when it's said like that- as a murder. firing squads, guillotines, lethal injection.
Jesus Christ could not be killed that quickly. His captors spent OVER 12 HOURS doing just that- murdering him. it wasn't a matter of seconds, minutes, or even an hour. 12 HOURS. torture. pain. suffering. death. And it wasn't just the Romans and religious leaders punishing him. His own father turned his back on him. his father, his own self in essence. He became sin so we didn't have to. He suffered one of the most brutal deaths known to mankind; for you. Can you imagine? living a life just to die like that? the agony he must have felt in the 33 years before his death! he knew what was coming- his entire life. He lived with that on his heart. No small wonder he sweat blood the night of his arrest. Could you do it? would you? I don't think i could.
Since i just watched the Passion, it's been weighing on my mind a lot. And I know that story might not be historically perfect, but I think God used its closeness to the real events to change a lot of hearts- including my own. And in it, Jesus cries once during his entire death process. of course, he cries out many times during it, but only once does he break down and cry. and he didnt cry for himself. He was crying for his captors; the people who didn't know what they were doing. He cried for us, not himself.
It took me till I watched this movie to realize a mistake i had been making when picturing the Resurrected Savior. It always said he had scars on his hands, so i would think of scars. like when you fall and it leaves a red raised mark. scars like that. But Jesus didn't just have marks on his hard. Think about it. the nails went THROUGH his hands. they weren't just scars, he had holes all the way through his hands and feet. that you could see daylight through. quarter-sized pieces, missing from his body. not scars.
and the title of the movie. the PASSION of the Christ. He let himself suffer that because he was PASSIONATE about saving you. that's what drove his live. Why he lived the way he did. he loved you that much.
28 Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” 14 At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
15 He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
16 Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!”
love
katie
I watched the Passion of the Christ all the way through for the first time last night. Which is why i'm going to look at the how.
When we hear the word 'killed,' what do you think of? Most normal people would think of guns, I suppose. shot and killed, just like that. a matter of seconds from living and breathing to not. Or maybe you're a history buff like me. and i automatically think hung. Maybe a little bit longer of a death. but still. in just a short time, they're gone. Over. being murdered seems like a pretty quick thing, right? especially when it's said like that- as a murder. firing squads, guillotines, lethal injection.
Jesus Christ could not be killed that quickly. His captors spent OVER 12 HOURS doing just that- murdering him. it wasn't a matter of seconds, minutes, or even an hour. 12 HOURS. torture. pain. suffering. death. And it wasn't just the Romans and religious leaders punishing him. His own father turned his back on him. his father, his own self in essence. He became sin so we didn't have to. He suffered one of the most brutal deaths known to mankind; for you. Can you imagine? living a life just to die like that? the agony he must have felt in the 33 years before his death! he knew what was coming- his entire life. He lived with that on his heart. No small wonder he sweat blood the night of his arrest. Could you do it? would you? I don't think i could.
Since i just watched the Passion, it's been weighing on my mind a lot. And I know that story might not be historically perfect, but I think God used its closeness to the real events to change a lot of hearts- including my own. And in it, Jesus cries once during his entire death process. of course, he cries out many times during it, but only once does he break down and cry. and he didnt cry for himself. He was crying for his captors; the people who didn't know what they were doing. He cried for us, not himself.
It took me till I watched this movie to realize a mistake i had been making when picturing the Resurrected Savior. It always said he had scars on his hands, so i would think of scars. like when you fall and it leaves a red raised mark. scars like that. But Jesus didn't just have marks on his hard. Think about it. the nails went THROUGH his hands. they weren't just scars, he had holes all the way through his hands and feet. that you could see daylight through. quarter-sized pieces, missing from his body. not scars.
and the title of the movie. the PASSION of the Christ. He let himself suffer that because he was PASSIONATE about saving you. that's what drove his live. Why he lived the way he did. he loved you that much.
28 Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” 14 At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
15 He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
16 Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!”
love
katie
Monday, April 18, 2011
Invisible
Grey and green. Everything in my neighborhood is either grey or green. Grey smoke, grey buildings, grey roads. An old green train, green graffiti, and just a little bit of green grass. Even the run down old grey basketball court has green hoops.
I make sure to stay in my certain place in town- I have about a mile square. It’s the only way I know I’ll stay safe, if I stay where I belong. And really, there’s no where else I need to go. I have everything I need right in here.
To the west is an old gas station and a supermarket. They’re both run by Big Al, who’s boy runs the old car place across the street. All three of those places are pretty run down, but I like goin’ over there anyways. They let you have a tab just in case you run out of money some week. Al and Omar are both real nice, and sometimes Al even saves some of his fruit shipments for me.
They both live in a little green shack behind the car lot. They’ve only got a few neighbors back there, like Old Lizzie. She’s got like a million cats. Her niece or someone lives next door, but she doesn’t have any cats. She has a husband and a couple of kids.
Across the other street from the car lot is a nice big grassy field. It would’ve been perfect for football if they hadn’t ruined it with a chain-link fence, right down the middle. Behind the fence is a school and a fancy playground. That’s the really little kids’ school, Somebody Malcolm Elementary school. The dumb chain-link fence is 8 feet high and had razors on the top, just so no one gets in at night.
Then, just to the far side of the school, there’s a little Laundromat. It has green neon signs, making it pretty easy to spot. The building next door to it used to be a restaurant, but it burned down a couple of months ago. No one has the money to get rid of it, so for now it’s just a big blackish- grey pile. It’s real scary at night.
There’s a trailer park right next to the Laundry House. It’s actually pretty clean and nice and all that, except for all the graffiti. It’s all cause of the gang TenEleven. They must either really like green or just happen to have a lot of extra green spray paint laying around.
And of course there has to be a high school. Our high schools are put together- the little kids and us older kids. We’re in the same building, our really huge building. It’s the Seattle River Jr. Sr. High School, which we always laugh at. Seattle is on the other side of America from us, and there aren’t any rivers anywhere near by. I guess the people who named the school weren’t really paying attention.
Out of no where, passed 14th street, is our downtown. We have two buildings that are pretty tall. Almost skyscrapers, maybe. There’s an abandoned hotel with a parking garage under it and this old apartment building. Those two buildings couldn’t be more opposite. The hotel is long abandoned and really old, but TenEleven lives in there. It’s the oldest building in the whole town, but they actually keep it looking decent. The apartment building is some sort of special people housing, and it looks terrible. It’s a mess. Totally trashed. Families that are too poor to have houses or something live in there, but it’s the worst. No one likes it.
The other border is all taken up by a giant factory. It’s got all these huge things and machines that are always smoking. I don’t think anyone knows what it does or why it’s there. It just is, and we stay away from it. It’s the only place the police actually come around to, so we don’t.
Finally, my favorite place is just west, inside my east boundary. It’s the old Baptist church. They have a little store in there, a drinking fountain and the most amazing couches. Some days I just go there after school and just sit and talk to Pastor Lewis for hours. He’s okay. He always listens. But mostly I just go for those couches.
As for me, my best friend and I live in a little shack under the hotel. It’s on the far side of the parking garage, and it used to be one of those places rich people left their cars for other people to go park them. No one knows it’s there, except for us.
One of the hotel’s big elevators collapsed into the basement, right into our house. That’s where I sleep now. Otherwise, we have a tiny bathroom and a tiny kitchen and a big other room. Dre has a corner of that big room blocked off to be his bedroom. He fixed up the inside, and I did the outside. I had to pile trash around our house and paint it grey and green, just so it would blend in. And I covered up all the funny glass windows to make it safer.
It isn’t much. But it’s home. My home.
Okay I know this isn't a story really, and this isnt even the one i was talking about. but i thought i'd share this anyway. just a little scribble i had fun with.
To infinity and beyond! v.i.r.
I make sure to stay in my certain place in town- I have about a mile square. It’s the only way I know I’ll stay safe, if I stay where I belong. And really, there’s no where else I need to go. I have everything I need right in here.
To the west is an old gas station and a supermarket. They’re both run by Big Al, who’s boy runs the old car place across the street. All three of those places are pretty run down, but I like goin’ over there anyways. They let you have a tab just in case you run out of money some week. Al and Omar are both real nice, and sometimes Al even saves some of his fruit shipments for me.
They both live in a little green shack behind the car lot. They’ve only got a few neighbors back there, like Old Lizzie. She’s got like a million cats. Her niece or someone lives next door, but she doesn’t have any cats. She has a husband and a couple of kids.
Across the other street from the car lot is a nice big grassy field. It would’ve been perfect for football if they hadn’t ruined it with a chain-link fence, right down the middle. Behind the fence is a school and a fancy playground. That’s the really little kids’ school, Somebody Malcolm Elementary school. The dumb chain-link fence is 8 feet high and had razors on the top, just so no one gets in at night.
Then, just to the far side of the school, there’s a little Laundromat. It has green neon signs, making it pretty easy to spot. The building next door to it used to be a restaurant, but it burned down a couple of months ago. No one has the money to get rid of it, so for now it’s just a big blackish- grey pile. It’s real scary at night.
There’s a trailer park right next to the Laundry House. It’s actually pretty clean and nice and all that, except for all the graffiti. It’s all cause of the gang TenEleven. They must either really like green or just happen to have a lot of extra green spray paint laying around.
And of course there has to be a high school. Our high schools are put together- the little kids and us older kids. We’re in the same building, our really huge building. It’s the Seattle River Jr. Sr. High School, which we always laugh at. Seattle is on the other side of America from us, and there aren’t any rivers anywhere near by. I guess the people who named the school weren’t really paying attention.
Out of no where, passed 14th street, is our downtown. We have two buildings that are pretty tall. Almost skyscrapers, maybe. There’s an abandoned hotel with a parking garage under it and this old apartment building. Those two buildings couldn’t be more opposite. The hotel is long abandoned and really old, but TenEleven lives in there. It’s the oldest building in the whole town, but they actually keep it looking decent. The apartment building is some sort of special people housing, and it looks terrible. It’s a mess. Totally trashed. Families that are too poor to have houses or something live in there, but it’s the worst. No one likes it.
The other border is all taken up by a giant factory. It’s got all these huge things and machines that are always smoking. I don’t think anyone knows what it does or why it’s there. It just is, and we stay away from it. It’s the only place the police actually come around to, so we don’t.
Finally, my favorite place is just west, inside my east boundary. It’s the old Baptist church. They have a little store in there, a drinking fountain and the most amazing couches. Some days I just go there after school and just sit and talk to Pastor Lewis for hours. He’s okay. He always listens. But mostly I just go for those couches.
As for me, my best friend and I live in a little shack under the hotel. It’s on the far side of the parking garage, and it used to be one of those places rich people left their cars for other people to go park them. No one knows it’s there, except for us.
One of the hotel’s big elevators collapsed into the basement, right into our house. That’s where I sleep now. Otherwise, we have a tiny bathroom and a tiny kitchen and a big other room. Dre has a corner of that big room blocked off to be his bedroom. He fixed up the inside, and I did the outside. I had to pile trash around our house and paint it grey and green, just so it would blend in. And I covered up all the funny glass windows to make it safer.
It isn’t much. But it’s home. My home.
Okay I know this isn't a story really, and this isnt even the one i was talking about. but i thought i'd share this anyway. just a little scribble i had fun with.
To infinity and beyond! v.i.r.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Matters of the heart
So I sort of promised myself i wouldn't do this whole... ramble on about personal stuff thing, but here i am anyways and my only prayer is you would learn something from my mindless scribbles. Well, maybe they aren't mindless per se, cause I've definitely put a lot of thought into this. It may just seem mindless to you. Hopefully all the rest of my posts will be a little more collected and nice :)
Maybe I should start with a list.
1. I just read this book called 'Heaven Is For Real' about this little boy who is in the hospital and meets Jesus. It's totally fascinating and has given me a lot to think about. http://heavenisforreal.com/heaven-is-for-real-book-excerpt/- you should read it.
2. Thanks to my big sister Sadie, I've been spending a lot of time on the Rebelution website, looking at the Modesty Survey page. GUYS! I really want you to read this and tell me if you agree with it. It means a lot to a girl (or maybe just me) to read that stuff on the internet, but it'll mean even more if i hear it coming from you. yeah, I know, it's a lot to ask. but I read that and immediately think.. well, they have answers all over the board. where would the guys I know fit into that? Not that that really changes anything; like they said over and over, its an issue of the heart. And it totally is. Read up. You HAVE to. http://www.therebelution.com/modestysurvey/browse
3. I have discovered that a. having amazing people to talk to, and b. texting a lot so you know how to condense what you need to say into 160 characters, really teaches you EXACTLY what your opinion is. I was texting and journaling at the same time and it turned out to be a pretty scary combination. Too much thinking time. But here's a (slightly condensed;)) version of what we came up with. Do you know why it hurts when your heart gets broken? really WHY? its because it's something you were never meant to feel. Girls, we're really emotional creatures. Scary, I know. But we give our hearts away and then when we get hurt, get cheated on, get tossed aside, get made fun of, we feel physical pain. And that's God saying 'There's a better way, kiddo! you were NEVER, EVER meant to feel like this! You were never meant to feel unwanted; because i really really want you.'
4. Just a suggestion girls. write letter to your future husband like every day. He'll keep you honest even if you don't know him yet. And if you find that just a little creepy, (you'll get used to it I promise..) give your journal a name. It's a weird thought, but it can totally keep you accountable. I do both. My husband is gonna have quite the stack of letters, and Romeo (yes my journal's name IS romeo..) is always there for me. I feel AWFUL telling him i failed at something. And guys, maybe write a letter to your future wife every once in a while. She'll totally appreciate the gesture... I would.
Well, I think that's all for now. I'm in the process of writing another story so that'll be up soon.
To infinity and beyond! <3
Maybe I should start with a list.
1. I just read this book called 'Heaven Is For Real' about this little boy who is in the hospital and meets Jesus. It's totally fascinating and has given me a lot to think about. http://heavenisforreal.com/heaven-is-for-real-book-excerpt/- you should read it.
2. Thanks to my big sister Sadie, I've been spending a lot of time on the Rebelution website, looking at the Modesty Survey page. GUYS! I really want you to read this and tell me if you agree with it. It means a lot to a girl (or maybe just me) to read that stuff on the internet, but it'll mean even more if i hear it coming from you. yeah, I know, it's a lot to ask. but I read that and immediately think.. well, they have answers all over the board. where would the guys I know fit into that? Not that that really changes anything; like they said over and over, its an issue of the heart. And it totally is. Read up. You HAVE to. http://www.therebelution.com/modestysurvey/browse
3. I have discovered that a. having amazing people to talk to, and b. texting a lot so you know how to condense what you need to say into 160 characters, really teaches you EXACTLY what your opinion is. I was texting and journaling at the same time and it turned out to be a pretty scary combination. Too much thinking time. But here's a (slightly condensed;)) version of what we came up with. Do you know why it hurts when your heart gets broken? really WHY? its because it's something you were never meant to feel. Girls, we're really emotional creatures. Scary, I know. But we give our hearts away and then when we get hurt, get cheated on, get tossed aside, get made fun of, we feel physical pain. And that's God saying 'There's a better way, kiddo! you were NEVER, EVER meant to feel like this! You were never meant to feel unwanted; because i really really want you.'
4. Just a suggestion girls. write letter to your future husband like every day. He'll keep you honest even if you don't know him yet. And if you find that just a little creepy, (you'll get used to it I promise..) give your journal a name. It's a weird thought, but it can totally keep you accountable. I do both. My husband is gonna have quite the stack of letters, and Romeo (yes my journal's name IS romeo..) is always there for me. I feel AWFUL telling him i failed at something. And guys, maybe write a letter to your future wife every once in a while. She'll totally appreciate the gesture... I would.
Well, I think that's all for now. I'm in the process of writing another story so that'll be up soon.
To infinity and beyond! <3
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I Don't Regret lyrics
These are really old lyrics from a really old song from a band I haven't even listened to in a really really really long time. but for some reason they're just stuck in my head, and i thought I'd share.
They're telling me they're concerned for the way I am living
That I'll miss it all why would I think that God is that trusting
I can't explain all the words He has spoken to my heart
Why'd I want him more
I don't regret choosing you
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
Why do we think if we trust God too much will fail us
Nothing has come when I chose its that in me I'd trust
Separate me You have called out to follow You blindly
I won't fear You're leading me
I don't regret choosing You
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
You have shown my ever wondering heart what love is
What on earth is more important than to have all of you
I don't regret choosing you
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
That's a pretty powerful thing to say.
They're telling me they're concerned for the way I am living
That I'll miss it all why would I think that God is that trusting
I can't explain all the words He has spoken to my heart
Why'd I want him more
I don't regret choosing you
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
Why do we think if we trust God too much will fail us
Nothing has come when I chose its that in me I'd trust
Separate me You have called out to follow You blindly
I won't fear You're leading me
I don't regret choosing You
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
You have shown my ever wondering heart what love is
What on earth is more important than to have all of you
I don't regret choosing you
And I'm not ashamed
That it's You who holds my heart
That's a pretty powerful thing to say.
Spring is hereeeeeeeeee :)
To Infinity and Beyond!
Monday, April 11, 2011
THE FIRST POST!
So... this is my new creative outlet i've decided to give a try. I've wanted to start a blog for a while, but I've never really put much thought into it. The more annoying notes I post on facebook sort of made me realize; i need a better, less invasive-into-other-peoples lives and walls thing. Which means I'm actually totally okay with no one ever reading this. Even though i'd like it if you would :). It just seems sort of useless to write and write and write.. but it's what i do. And i have a feeling it's what I'll always do. (I apologize to any OCD people reading this. I'm only capitalizing the word 'I' about 75% of the time. I text too much. what can i say.)
About the funny name. This has two meanings and the first one is more important even though i like the second one better. :) The phrase is a pretty popular one. And basically it means... If you're in a vulnerable place, don't say stupid things that might just make it worse. It's a lesson i'd do well to learn, but it's applicable in other ways too. I'm saying things here, in a relatively safe place, but that doesn't mean i wouldn't say 'em in real life too. To those of you who've known me more than like... 2 weeks, you all know i basically say what i feel. End of story. and I'm realizing as i get older (yes i know im just ancient.) that i have this complete obsession with, well, the truth. I can't stand it when i see other people lie, or when i lie myself, or when i even see people acting like someone they're not. Fake people make me crazy. absolutely insane.r. most likely because i used to be one of them. and now, this is me. screaming at them that it's not worth it. people are going to like for who you are or they aren't. and like my oh-so-wise brother says... "People like me. And if they don't, well, their loss." Anyway, for the second reason, my whole obsession with being honest makes me a pretty candid and a not very polished person. which is funny, cuz if i could describe my other obsession in two words it would be class and polish. I ADORE everything classy; big cities, lights, glass houses... hence the name. :)
Since I'm both a writer and a photographer I'll probably post both pictures and things i've written on here. and I love movies and music too, so i might add in some movie reviews and things. cuz if there is one thing i have enough to share of, it's opinion.
Ta Da! :)
About the funny name. This has two meanings and the first one is more important even though i like the second one better. :) The phrase is a pretty popular one. And basically it means... If you're in a vulnerable place, don't say stupid things that might just make it worse. It's a lesson i'd do well to learn, but it's applicable in other ways too. I'm saying things here, in a relatively safe place, but that doesn't mean i wouldn't say 'em in real life too. To those of you who've known me more than like... 2 weeks, you all know i basically say what i feel. End of story. and I'm realizing as i get older (yes i know im just ancient.) that i have this complete obsession with, well, the truth. I can't stand it when i see other people lie, or when i lie myself, or when i even see people acting like someone they're not. Fake people make me crazy. absolutely insane.r. most likely because i used to be one of them. and now, this is me. screaming at them that it's not worth it. people are going to like for who you are or they aren't. and like my oh-so-wise brother says... "People like me. And if they don't, well, their loss." Anyway, for the second reason, my whole obsession with being honest makes me a pretty candid and a not very polished person. which is funny, cuz if i could describe my other obsession in two words it would be class and polish. I ADORE everything classy; big cities, lights, glass houses... hence the name. :)
Since I'm both a writer and a photographer I'll probably post both pictures and things i've written on here. and I love movies and music too, so i might add in some movie reviews and things. cuz if there is one thing i have enough to share of, it's opinion.
Ta Da! :)
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