joy: Archive

i have not used this in a very long time! but now i have regular access to a computer. i moved to columbia, south carolina to be with my best friend in the whole wide world, colton james davis. it has been so lovely, so wonderful, in absolutely every way. living in the same city has added a deeper goodness to our relationship. we can do so many more beautiful things now, that we could not do...

Jan 20th

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“In the matter of piety, poverty serves us better than wealth, and work better than idleness, especially since wealth becomes an obstacle even for those who do not devote themselves to it. Yet, when we must put aside our wrath, quench our envy, soften our anger, offer our prayers, and show a disposition which is reasonable, mild, kindly, and loving, how could poverty stand in our way? For we...

Jul 6th

he’s like wind & rain & fire & oil. the anointed one. who takes delight in anointing you & i.

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Mar 22nd

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“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...”

– St. Augustine (via ohsnapkristine) (via seecourtneyc) (via just-see)

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mumford & sons- sigh no more. this was lovely...

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Mar 14th

rebecca rae: We are the two young girls who agree... →

I fell in love with yesterday, the weather, warm clear sunshine, riding my bicycle through the city without freaking out, having a beer in the middle of the day, and running into my beautiful old friend Heather Joy Purcell. If you don’t know the story behind our friendship, Heather and I lived… hahaha, this is awesome & true. i love you

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urbandictionary.com defines heatherly as: 1. A girl who is rambunctious and strange, in a creative way 2. A girl who is indirectly motherly. i agree

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yes

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Dec 29th

but what good’s a single windchime, hanging quiet, all alone? the music our collisions would make is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home into Home. oh the music our collisions make!

Dec 22nd

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Dec 20th

My Lord, how long to sing this song? & my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong? When she stands before your throne, dressed in beauty not her own, all soft & small, you’ll hear her call “you brought me here, now take me home.”

Dec 20th