Yang: if my skirt gets too short in the back give me a holler
Stinky: Oh I'll give you a holla but it won't be the kinda holler you want
dance every step to glorify Jesus– cayman’s purpose in life
what were going to be about this weekend
skipping movies palm trees truth or dare, but mostly dares sugary eats street ballerinas random acts of dance playgrounds, monkey bars specifically climbing trees conquering foreign lands
my friend taylor sent this to me because she knows of my guilty pleasure and minor obsession with ray lamontagne and his beard. i had to pass it on.
i wouldn’t kill you i’d just pour some on yours– susan’s reaction to me almost spilling a glass of water on her mac
like vanilla ice. but really. test is over and it’s saturday and i finally have a minute to sit down and check my email and tumble for as long as my little heart desires. this week was really great. i’m not sure why but despite my lack of sleep and meals and excessive coffee intake i was lovin it. these past few weeks i’ve been affirmed left and right about where the Lord has...
i love you taylor!
amandataylor: Next Monday we have All Area for Younglife and its a dress up party. I have no idea what to wear, do you? i can’t wait!!
Lord, I would trust Thee completely; I would be altogether Thine; I would exalt...– A.W. Tozer
i love to find new blogs to stalk →
like this one. she was the curator for etsy’s blog today so i stumbled over to her own and fell in love. she describes herself as a “city girl who’s getting back to basics.” not only do i aesthetically appreciate ‘wide open spaces’ but am i ever so excited to see andrew wyeth’s painting christina’s world as her logo as well as our shared infatuation...
village theatre improv →
my sister’s best friend and her husband opened this improv theatre in atlanta one year ago saturday. if you’re ever looking for a change of routine or a hilarious night out, vt is the place to be. guaranteed to laugh your arse off.
i left athens for a weekend of sisterly love.
friday was in all it’s essence a new beginning, begun with cinnamon rolls and a photo critique. after coffee and an agora run with my sweet alabamian friend blair i headed back to alph-town. i met my mom and brooke at my summer stomping grounds, Just For Giggles, for a long awaited painting class. we were together and it was fun. if you are ever in alpharetta, or surrounding burbs, you...
there is no such thing as magic, only God. and love, love is magic.– Mary Emma, age 5