nous sommes votres.

We sing it in the darkest place
Cause love is in Your powerful name
Shine the light of beauty and grace
We’re living in the name that can save

We sing to You the song of the redeemed
You’ve beautified our hearts and made us clean
You’ve rescued us from death and set us free
We sing to You the song of the redeemed

We adore You and before You,
forgiven and redeemed
All races from all places,
Around the cross we sing

We are Yours
We are Yours
We are Yours.

--charlie hall, song of the redeemed

quotes from The Phantom Tollbooth

"I'm not very good at problems," admitted Milo.
"What a shame," sighed the Dodecahedron. "They are so very useful. Why, did you know that if a beaver two feet long with a tail a foot and a half long can build a dam twelve feet high and six feet wide in two days, all you would need to build the Boulder Dam is a beaver sixty-eight feet long with a fifty-one foot tail?"
"Where would you find a beaver that big?" grumbled the Humbug as his pencil snapped.
"I'm sure I don't know," he replied, "but if you did, you'd certainly know what to do with him."
(175).

"Yes, indeed," they repeated together, "but if we'd told you, you might not have gone--and, as you've discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible."
(247).

"But that can never be," said Milo, jumping to his feet.
"Don't be so sure," said the child patiently, "for one of the nicest things about mathematics, or anything else you might care to learn, is that many of the things which can never be, often are. You see," he went on, "it's very much like your trying to reach infinity. You know it's there, but you just don't know where--but just because you can never reach it doesn't mean that it's not worth looking for."
(197).

now that I have held you in my own arms, I cannot let go 'til you are...

look at the stars look how they shine for you
and all the things that you do

This is me before I come undone.
This is me before I fall apart.
I've been tired for days and days.
I've been tired for days and days.

Essential yet appealed,
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field,
When flowers gaze at you,
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you

A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
Then making a wish he tossed in the sea
Walked to a town that all of us burn
When God left the ground to circle the world

Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
you know for you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry

one of my favourite things about myself is that my friends describe me as, "too nice." As in, "yeah, she's not like that. you're much more likely to get something like that out of me. she's just very nice and very sweet."

perfect.

that's how I want to be. even if it causes trouble.

You've come a long way from whisky and cocaine.

My Uncle Joe has cancer. He has leukemia.

It's 85% curable, and I guess they caught it pretty early.

Life isn't fair.