believe it.

i'm not scared. i'm really not.
i'm....hesitant and cautious.
what if it all turns around and changes?
what if something remarkable does happen?
what do i do when i leave this summer?
and then again when i leave for school in the fall?
or what if he just changes his mind?
i'm not scared. i'm really not.



if i keep telling myself that maybe i'll believe it.

the good life.

life has been relatively good, as of late. and i'm trying to take advantage of every second. i've been seeing julia gulia way more than i used too and i'm loving it. i love how sam and her are together. it's one of the cutest things i've seen in a while. i mean, normally i get sick of couples but for some reason with those two, it just fits. (: it reminds me of a bright eyes song, but if i posted that it would be uber cheesy and no one likes cheesy. ha ha.


♥


i have officially been accepted into columbia college in chicago! i am so excited! i absolutely cannot wait for my city life to begin. :D


lay those lips on me babe, let's talk about world domination

the lighthouse tale

I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.

I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.
I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea.
We had grown closer, 'till his joy meant everything to me.

And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light.
And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night.

And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.

She'd had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.

He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.
In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end.


And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the SHORE.
He kissed her cold face, that they'd be together soon he'd swore.

I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.
And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran.


And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.

I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.