If she likes you, she’ll tell you.
If she’s hungry, she’ll eat.
No sugar-coated words or fake smiles from her teeth.
When her body craves motion, she’s quick on the move.
You know she’ll be dancing; You hope it’s with you.
American sweetheart with some spice to her sweet.
Apple pie on a Sunday where the fallen saints meet.
First came the glorious pack of discount colored pens. Felt tip. Vibrant by nature. Mmmm satisfaction.
I was blending and swirling ink as soon as I got the chance.
Next came a gift from my favorite person:
THE DAILY SKETCH JOURNAL. I like journals… and sketches. I like them daily.
Needless to say, I kissed my favorite person a lot that day. Then again, I kiss him a lot everyday.
And now here I am, pen in hand, sketching away. I love lines that are bold. Thick. Black. Unflinching. I also like cute owls and girly designs…. So here’s day 1 & 2:
It’s amazing what a blessing it is to add ink to paper. My mother used to tell me to count my blessing when I was sad, or homesick, or simply needed something nice to think about as I fell asleep. Pretty much, I was encouraged to always count my blessings. There are far too many to count, but for now, I’ll name just a few:
Paper, pens, love and a boy who encourages me to take hold of these blessings daily.
Drew up a quick design for the Charcoal Squids.
“We’re a four piece indie band based out of Moscow, Idaho. Hearty folk influences and nautical amounts of passion. Classic Pacific Northwest noise.”
Check them out at:
This is Chloe.
An ever-dramatic soul. Lover of theatre.
She has more passion than she knows what to do with, is always in motion, and is always ten steps ahead in her mind.
Also, she likes Star Wars.
And dance shoes.
When I asked what color she wanted to represent her eyes, she said “Gold” instantly.
She always is seeing shining lights… Stay gold, Chloe. ❤
Sitting in bed, beer in hand, wishing away the time.
The beer would be better out of the bed,
And the bed would be better with a boy.
Sitting in bed, guitar in hand, wanting a little more time.
The song would be better on a stage instead,
And the bed would be better at night.
Requirements from commissioner:
Make it scary.
Have it done by Tuesday.
I would rather be kind to you at your worst, than think it is my place to judge when you deserve my kindness.
I would rather care for you when you do not care for me, than think for a moment that your worth is determined by your thoughts towards me.
I would rather give to you when you have already taken from me, than only give when I am given something in return.
I would rather look like a fool for helping those who hurt me, than look strong for refusing their needs.
I would rather lose every battle and come in last in every race, than surrender to the thought that I must love less to gain more.
The indifferent are filled with power of self.
I am too weak for indifference.
And so I will rejoice in my weakness.
Arms length doesn’t mean you get to
break my bones to get closer to me.
Have you ever felt your neck
pop as your head hits the floor?
One kiss doesn’t mean you get to
rip out every breath that I breath.
Have you ever felt your spine
ache from all the nights before?
Silence isn’t yes when
I’m afraid to tell you no.
Have you ever missed another hurt
who hurt less than today?
“I don’t want you” isn’t code for
“Never let me go.”
Have you ever felt another’s sin
and shouldered all the shame?
This is Caleb. His super powers include taking great photos and being surprisingly effervescent. His weakness? Being way too easily distracted by beautiful things. But that helps with the photography aspect of life… So it’s not such a bad weakness to have.
It is uncommon to find people who really see the world, who actually see others. How many times a day is the old Admin building passed, glanced at, overlooked? How many times a day do individuals look at one another and fail to truly see anything worthwhile? The best artists show the world what they see, and Caleb sees a lot. I have an assumption that his camera can never keep up.
I’ve had a few shots of him for several weeks from a brief adventure we took to welcome the new year. They’ve been used to practice sketching buildings and stairwells. Usually I dislike drawing anything that can’t answer back. So… when is comes to architecture I doodle and break every shading law in existence because I prefer to scribble without thought.
But a couple sketches, while lacking in plenty of ways, turned out to be at least interesting. So here’s to many moments of sketching in coffee shops without diligence and sneaking a sharpie out of my backpack in class from time to time. A line at five, a shadow at ten. It’s not much, but it adds up to plenty of scribbles which I’m going to go ahead and call art.
Sometimes the most true to life appears to be the most unrealistic.
Brittany, bright-eyed starlight, popping pink princess, this is a portrait of you, not just how you look, but who you are.
Your forever friend and fan,