micahruelle:

I talked to my mom today. Apparently, my parents have decided to stick around Kansas City for another year. My dad’s new company is wanting to move to Kansas City, anyway. One of my brothers wants to graduate from his high school, the other wants to continue fencing here. My mom loves Kansas City and the women she has met. And I won’t have to pay out of state tuition for my summer course or the next year of school. Not to mention I’ll only be an hour away from Jonathan for the summer.

Speaking of which, I know people are freaked out/offended by/shocked by my sudden leap out of singledom. Let me say that I respect your sentiments and am willing to hear them, but in turn, please trust me. I am not making my decisions irrationally, flippantly, or out of any kind of fear.

I met a good man—heck, a great man that I like being around. I don’t know what will happen, but we’re striving to keep things simple and Godly. There’s no guarantees to this stuff, but we’re hopeful and intentional. And most importantly, we are going to take care of one another the best way we know how until we find out if this is right for us.

Please pray for us. Or, at least, for me and my clumsy ways. I have a way of stumbling through relationships. I’ve learned a thing or two in the last couple of years, but there’s always more to learn.

I’m a woman of vision, (obviously) not perfection.

If you just tumbled me passive-aggressively, I’m going to gut you like a fish.

micahruelle:

Along with a lot of other girls in my house, I have been working out a lot this semester. And I must admit that along with a six pack, I have really been wanting back dimples. Maybe you don’t know what I’m talking about. My roommate Jess will be spamming photos shortly.

Anyway, I have the early stages of development of these amazing dimples. We tried to take a photo of them, but you can’t even tell. -sighs- However, mine are insanely jealous of my roommate, Jess’, back dimples, velociraptorfromthesea.tumblr.com. Yes, back dimple envy exists.

Someday, someday, I tell ya.

Haha, thank you Tumblr (and Micah) for this post, and the following back-dimple spam! I’m now a.) a little concerned and b.) amused to the max.

micahruelle:

It’s finals!

Short films. next week. at the 700 club.

Feel free to join.

I’m so sad that I have to miss this.

Yep. That just happened.

m-shapes:

Finals are next week. You know what that means, right?

The Academy Award Short Films Nominees will be playing at the 700 Clubhouse next week.

-Win-

I’m so sad I won’t be there for that!

m-shapes:

Thanks for all the help, man.

I do what I can; I can what I do.

m-shapes:

Poetry had left me several days before—
left our whole damn apartment a mess.
“Thees” and “thous” were strung across the ceiling
like spit wads, a careless collage of phrases—
his last big bash, before our eventual collapse.

He didn’t even bother to clean up the ink smears
across the wooden floor where he kissed me—
my knees, elbows, and nose—and when he kissed my mouth,
his words swelled as they slid down my throat,
causing me to choke.

I rushed to the toilet, huck-yacking
“halcyon”, “scintilla”, “mellifluous” and the final letters of “ethereal”
came out with a projectile splat on the side of the bowl.

“Eh,” I flushed, “Prose is a better lover, anyway.”

poetry365:

Light, your light,

slides

across the uneven skin of the earth-

longing to be waves;

to swell and surge like curled waves

caught in a horizontal ring.

_

Unlike the son of humanity;

not rising, divine,

a vertical reprimand,

accentuating the stark, defiant trunks of trees—

marking the slanted backs of men,

and their grotesque, handwritten notes

filed away in their brains.

_

Their shadows lengthen then,

like clockwork,

shrink into dark halos,

stagnant.

-

But Light,

your light magnifies,

washes out into infinity,

the flakes of daylight,

as dew on spring leaves, surprisingly—

about to blot me out.

-http://scribble-scrawl.tumblr.com/

Yay, Micah!

Laura Marling - Ghosts

Came across this thanks to… Micah’s Facebook status? I approve of this CD.

m-shapes:

Light, your light,
slides
across the uneven skin of the earth-
longing to be waves;
to swell and surge like curled waves
caught in a horizontal ring.

Unlike the son of humanity;
not rising, divine,
a vertical reprimand,
accentuating the stark, defiant trunks of trees—
marking the slanted backs of men,
and their grotesque, handwritten notes
filed away in their brains.

Their shadows lengthen then,
like clockwork,
shrink into dark halos,
stagnant.

But Light,
your light magnifies,
washes out into infinity,
the flakes of daylight,
as dew on spring leaves, surprisingly—
about to blot me out.

m-shapes:

I wish you could’ve been here to try my pink champagne cupcakes with pink champagne (homemade) icing.

I’m starting to catch on to this whole baking thing.

That does sound pretty tasty!

thechalkboardproject:

Time is something that I’ve never had a grasp on.

I remember moments—snippets of things here and there. I remember silly things like how Courtney peed her pants in the first grade and I was scared to death to walk near that spot where she leaked long after it was cleaned up. Or that Fourth of July my dad and I sat on the dock of the lake with our feet in the water, just talking. Or the time my brother creamed me in the face with a snowball, and in holy retribution, I stuck his face in the snow (unfortunately, there is video proof—my mom was inside tapping us).

Anyway, there’s all these everyday moments I remember. I had a good childhood. I’ve had a pretty good life so far. But, even this last year seemed to elude me. I’m a twenty-two-year-old who can’t remember a damn thing.

I need a way to mark time. An easy, simple way to wrap my head around “where I’m at” (since that seems to be my big kick right now) on a regular basis. I figure writing on chalkboards is as sufficient in keeping track of time as writing in journal, carving the number of days on a tree, or a simple daily calendar, etc.

On occasion, I’ll explain the things I post. But, this is predominately just meant to be a photo blog of my school year.

I’m excited about this.