it is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, but rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted. it is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words i have spoken. but should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then i will come again, and with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will i speak.

but if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires: to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night, to know the pain of too much tenderness, to be wounded by your own understanding of love. and to bleed willfully and joyfully, to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving, to ( Read more... )

i wish i wasn't leaving utah tomorrow. i wish i could stay here all summer. you don't know what beautiful is until you've visited here and camped under the night sky and gone swimming in the bluest lake in existence. i love utah. the air is clean, the people are good, and humidity doesn't exist. i've fallen so in love with logan city and salt lake ( Read more... )

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spring break '08 was all about being spoiled with good food, lots of love, and new prada glasses ( Read more... )

1. after all this time, i feel like i still don't know everything about you. in some ways it scares me. i feel as though i may never know you inside and out, but whose to say that's a bad thing? my feelings for you have gotten out of hand. i love you too much. you never fail to give me weak knees when we touch. you know everything that i like; ( Read more... )

intro into narrative (m/w/f) 9-9:50am ( Read more... )

i am falling more and more desperately in love with john with each passing minute, if that is still possible after three years of being together. i am his little house wife, waiting up for him to come home from work to wash his dirty laundry and cook him a big dinner. i still get weak knees when we kiss and often have a hard time opening my tiny ( Read more... )

there is nothing better than sitting in my living room on the rug, with the christmas tree lights and fireplace on while scrapbooking (for john's present shhh!) and having ciana sitting in my lap. mmmmm christmas break is so good to me.