I remember when I stubbornly shoved away the idea of college, much like my eight - year - old sister does now. Even after my eighth grade revelation that maybe I DID want to go, I still honestly can't say that college is this homebody's sort of thing (hence the only 30 minutes from home deal). But I can say that, somehow, I'm thrilled, which seems to defy all things my normal self would feel. But you know, those first 18 years of your life - that's an incredible journey, truly. I used to be terrified of change, and while I'm still hoping my mom will NOT move my furniture around while I'm gone, I'm finding that change is not such a scary thing always...It's what makes me excited for the next year. After all, if the first journey was incredible, what's in store for the next?
Now back to reading the Half-Blood Prince, because let's be honest, I'm not going to be able to fall asleep before midnight.
I've tried being an adventurer, and I've learned it comes in many different shapes and sizes, risks and dives and dreams and leaps...
The lake is by far one of the best versions. From afar, it dances and laughs and chases you until you just go to it, give in...and when you find yourself diving in and swimming towards the horizon, you realize this is endless, powerful, dark, and deep. The horizon is like the end of the rainbow, taunting you with its promises, gorgeous, hazy, but out of reach. The world shimmers between world's end and turquoise, emerald, and royal blue waves. Sky above and sea below, it's overwhelming and beautiful. Rip tides, black currents, sand, rocks, waves of the deep, unpredictable. That is the Lake, and yet somehow in its forceful power, be it a calm day or a stormy day, you fall deeply in love and you can't escape it.
One of my other favorite adventures is people, and they are not so different from the Lake. At the beginning, a relationship can mean little to you: harmless, insignificant. But relationships draw you in deep: they, too, are filled with bumpy rides, dangerous currents, wavy days and calm days. People, like the horizon and the rainbow's end, can seem impossibly distant, can make promises they don't keep. People hold enormous power, they are dangerous. And yet - they make you fall deeply in love. They are beautiful, gorgeous, too. Overwhelming. And before you know it, you are as in love with them as you are with the Lake.... Excuse my rambling, that was primarily for me to process thoughts. Enjoy. Paddleboarding is magical.
The Count and Les Mis, two of my favorites, gift card choices courtesy of @christyhelm and fam - thank you!! Perfect for the lit major who is about to have no time to read outside of classwork, but man are they gorgeous...
I find myself continually crying how beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful, when faced with the wonders of a world so broken and yet - how is life so beautiful, so redeemed? What a stunning paradox to live and breathe among, the broken and the beautiful. What a seemingly terribly off-balanced thing, that we humans - how messy, how messy, how messy - could behold beauty, now perfectly put into balance by a cross on a hill years and years ago, a blink in time and space, the grasses waving and the morning sun shining on the most beautiful thing we could ever behold: the place where the broken became the beautiful.
They say times are hard for dreamers, but they are not hard for me.
Love this girl, a swing, those summer curls, this persistent sunshine, and the time for books.
Summer truly never loses it's timeless charm, as if it were some golden age in our lives, stuck in place by the magic of blue skies, warm breezes, the promise of the beach, and dreams of the past and future, for summer is the place where all that we have done so far and all that we will do pause for a split second as we consider life and it's steps and trips and skips and flat-out falls. It's a place unlike any other, as every season is, and I adore it.
Blue and silver, silver and blue. Sorrow is dangerous and joy is scarce; everything is made of paper, birds and birds and birds of paper.
This book is a beautiful masterpiece of literature, sparkling with light and magical prose and telling the story of life and love, heartbreak and healing. It's unlike anything I've ever read before - read it if you get a chance.
I could never live in the city, but I love it. Watching it from the water last night was the highlight of prom. I'm so stunned by how breathtaking the world is, every day, in different ways and different places. Beauty doesn't have words.