I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
I really like this idea. I live in a rather large city and I’d love to stick peoples urls all over.
So basically anyone and everyone who reblogs this by January 10th will have their url written on a piece of paper and left somewhere special. I’ll also take a picture of where I left it and tag it with your url.
Also if you want to inbox me a special message to include with your url, feel free :)
LETS MAKE MAGIC.
IT HAS BEGUN.
When asking one’s self, what would Jesus do? It is important to remember that occasionally losing your cool and flipping a few tables is a viable option, when the situation calls for it. Just saying
My first Catholic tattoo, a cross for Christ and roses for Mary
I know what I'm doing.
Okay, I understand that, but I would like to be in on this also.