my clavicles hurt.
God is love.
i have been listening to waterdeep and the weakerthans alot as of late. this happens to be one of my favorite lyrics: "in love with love and lousy poetry."
"i want to take every empty jar, fill it up with the soil and sea..."
i started reading a book about Haiti today. it hurts my heart, but that is good.
i miss people.
i would like to visit tampa very much.
elise sent me some verses yesterday. they lifted my spirits.
brick is getting married tomorrow.