"So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.."

"... Sons are like birds, flying upwards over the mountain..."

I love summer from the very very bottom of my heart. Summertime is the best time.

I wish I could kiss every blade of grass, every cloud, every ray of sun, and every petal I see and touch. Things smell better in the summer, maybe not people exactly, but the wooden swing at the co-op, the leather interior of my car, the air outside, everything that's in the sun smells so good.

I saw Morgan and another girl picking a bouquet of flowers outside the co-op as I was on my way to work today. They had blue and pink and lavender and yellow flowers. I felt jealous, but in an un-malicious way. I wanted to pick flowers too.

Sometimes I'm sad that I don't believe in God. If I did I would have so much to thank him for. I get overwhelmed by how beautiful it all is, and the magical complexity of you and I. Sometimes all those thank yous pile on top of each other because I don't have anyone to give them to, and they fill my heart up, and it makes me want to cry. My face gets all hot and I have to drink really cold water to calm down again. I don't really know what to do about all that ...

Goals: 1) Build more forts 2) Cop more feels 3) Photobomb every picture I can

Texas is hot as balls this summer, but there's no where else I'd rather be.

Showing my underwear haphazardly to the world is one of my favorite things to do, I've realized.

Maybe this summer, well maybe I like Tom Petty afterall... http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Mary_Janes_Last_Dance/530531

I found this picture printed out on the floor of the computer lab at the co-op last night. I think I'm going to put it on my ceiling above my loft bed, it's just so glorious.

Oh Burt!

Spent most of night before last making out. Best.