Random thought: Blood to vampires must taste like dark chocolate covered pretzels in liquid form. Mmmmm that salty sweet goodness…
[the result of reading Anne Rice while munching on aforementioned item]
“Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?”
“It is if you first become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower”
- Haruki Murakami
Rawr—the power of a ten minute nap. I am alive again, world!
I could get drunk on this feeling of Not-pain. Oh Pain Pills: thou art my hero this blessed hour.
The decisions we make are all guided by the truths we believe in.
Warm toasty beds in wintertime are such loveliness.
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.