I’ve been seeing 1 am a little too often and leaving my pillow a little too early in the morning. And I hope God hears me when I drift off to sleep in the middle of my prayers. I know He knows my heart, that He knows our prayers even before we say them but I feel bad for breaking off our conversations.


This thing I have to read for class is giving me a headache. I have to reread it because I don’t understand it and I have to write a blog post about it.

To see my what I’m learning about check out this Wordpress blog (although more fun stuff is happening on my Visual Aesthetics class blog, but I’ll keep that on the low for classmates who might not want additional readers). 

I need a story idea for the magazine - social change/social justice related preferably. I’m trying to work on something for Ferguson, but it’s hard not being down there and not having a solid connection. Taking suggestions for all types of story ideas.

In fun news: my sister and I got a blender (smoothies galore!) and I really enjoyed the latest episode of Doctor Who.



I need some writers, man. Writers who write to write about social change. I also need at least one person in the Ferguson/St. Louis area interested in writing or sharing content about what’s really going on down there. Interested? Let me know.


I have to push my pride to the side because this code is kicking my butt! I thought I would breeze through this assignment - nope. Not at all. Luckily, it’s not for a grade. It’s just to show we can get most of it done. I’m confident I can do that. 

But I need to take a break because I’m really hungry. I’m going to try not to think about the two stories for the magazine I have to write while on my lunch break.


I heard some poems that touched my soul and I’m just sitting here with my mind blown. I need to pray about my writing more often. I need to be okay with God guiding my hand. Some of my writing will be just me and just mine and that’s fine. But I think the writing that other people will read needs to be not just me. 


lilyyevans:

for the girls the fairytales abandoned

(via the-masked-writer)



I think she was afraid to love sometimes.
I think it scared her.
She was the type to like things
that were concrete, like the ocean.
Something you could point to and
know what it was.
I think thats why she struggled with Love.
She couldn’t touch it.
She couldn’t hold onto it
and make sure it never changed.

I think she was afraid to love sometimes.

I think it scared her.

She was the type to like things

that were concrete, like the ocean.

Something you could point to and

know what it was.

I think thats why she struggled with Love.

She couldn’t touch it.

She couldn’t hold onto it

and make sure it never changed.

(via whispers-of-the-memorykeeper)


me: time to write the next chapter
me: *gets distracted*
me: *gets distracted*
me: *opens word document*
me: *checks tumblr*
me: *writes one sentence*
me: *eats chocolate*

Finishing an article always feels like a huge accomplishment. I love that feeling! I wish I could feel that way about my creative writing. But in order to do that, I have to actually FINISH something.