And you are the mother, the mother of your baby child. The one to whom you gave life. And you have your choices. And these are what make man great. His ladder to the stars.

Hi hey hello,

Miss Brain Dead here. AP Calc killed a part of my soul, but I may survive, though considering I have an AP Lit exam today… Maybe not. Anyway, I have something to think about for today:

 

Just because someone doesn’t like you, doesn’t mean you should change who God has made you to be. Not everyone will like you, and you won’t like everyone. That doesn’t mean you can be a jerk to them, but you just don’t like them. Don’t change for people. Be who God wants you to be.

Thoughts?

Title Lyrics: Timshel – Mumford & Sons 

-LC

I’m afraid that she might think of me as, Plain ol’ Jane told a story about a man. Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land

Hi hey hello,

Today has been a long day, filled with confusion at school, soccer, and friends. There was a concert tonight at my school in which a number of friends of mine performed. They all did fantastically. At this moment, I feel as though I might slip into unconsciousness at any moment, so I will leave you with these two thoughts

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Title Lyrics: Drops of Jupiter – Train

What do you think about, first, boys giving girls presents once a week, and second about us over thinking everything? Do you think returning to the simplicity of childhood would make life better? Why or why not?

-LC