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" This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong,
This is the last time I say it’s been you all along,
This is the last time I let you in my door,
This is the last time, I won’t hurt you anymore. "

~Taylor Swift~
 

"And how you sacrifice and try to make things right
Is the whole world happy but you
But hungry children cry while thirsty siblings die
How did this life become so cruel
And then the questions come and rare are answers known
But this is still worth pushing through
Cause every smile shown
And Every laughing moment
Confirms that life is beautiful."

~Icarus Account~
 

Lyrics are so powerful.

Words are so powerful.

They bring pain, solace, smiles, tears, laughter, fun.

They bring you a myriad of emotions.

They strike hard when you can relate to it.

Home runs all around.

I thought I'd share these lyrics because I find them so unnerving.

So raw.

So powerful.

 Especially if you hear them sung.

 

 

 

Life is really something isn't?
It's raindrops and railroad tracks.

Snow colored ground, and Ice Cream.

It's well dressed words and unexplained actions.

It's climbing trees and sprouting wings.

It is a stranger to me.

But yet a friend that I've known all of my years of existence.

Eighteen to be exact.

I'll never fully get it.

But that's okay, because I don't need to.

You don't need to.

We don't need to.

We just need to live it, love it, appreciate it.

It's a gift.

Even when you don't realize it, it is.

It's beautiful too.

It's something.

 

Ecclesiastes 9:11-12;

"I have seen something else under the sun:The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned but time and chance happen to them all. Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come: As fish are caught in a cruel net, or birds are taken in a snare, so people are trapped by evil times that fall unexpectedly upon them."

 

No one is out of the reach of death. No one is invincible.

So appreciate the days you have and LIVE.

Actually Live.

Don't walk through life like a zombie.

And live it for the Creator of Life itself.

Love,

Sophie

Colder Weather

Colder Weather makes everything better.

Colder weather means multiple cups of coffee instead of just one in the morning.

Colder weather means striped sweaters and my comfortable jeans.

Colder weather means better hair days because there is less humidity in the air.

Colder weather means feeling youthful and young and more motivated to get out and do things.

Colder weather means Warm Jackets and Warm Scents like Pure Amber and Vanilla Brown Sugar.

Colder weather makes me appreciate hot oatmeal in the mornings.

Colder weather makes me appreciate my warm blankets and bed at night.

Colder weather means more hot chocolate.

Colder weather means more smiles on my face. :) <--- Exhibit A.

Colder Weather means a big huge mug of happiness.

Colder Weather is the smell of Freedom and Innocence.

Colder Weather is Running like you are Flying.

Colder Weather is a Piece of Art.

 

 

Yes, that's right. I'm happy. :)  The weather was nice, my classes were nice, and even getting complimented on my hair from a random stranger who had the urge to pet it was kind of nice in an odd but sweet way. I got an 100 on my eighteen paged paper that I worked my butt off for and the Teacher even said I did an outstanding job. I had three, count em, three cups of coffee because the weather made it essential. One of them being a Pumpkin Spice Latte. I went grocery shopping with my Mom and even though it was a small thing, it was fun. :) Then I went on a walk/run with my best friend Austin and I even got to enjoy petting his dogs and spending time with his family before I went home. To top the night off I watched an adorable but sad, sad movie called "Restless" with my Mom. I don't agree with some of the stuff that went on or what they believed in, but if you can look at it objectively then I will say it was a cute movie over all.

 

Yeah, my Monday was Epic.
With a captial E.

How was yours?

Splendid Weekend

I tend to have a lot of these. I'm growing quite fond of the weekends.

I wish I had thousands of pictures to show you my weekend, but alas, all I have is thousands of words. Will that suffice? Will you have the patience for them? Words can show pictures too you know. If you let them. Please, give them a chance.

To sum it up: Nutella Lattes, Costume Fittings, Late Night Pizza Party, Madagascar 3, Early Awakenings, A College Tour with Random Strangers, A Tea Party with Scones and All, A Pretend Lunch with Cheerful People, A Class about VBS, A Real Lunch with Dumb Blonde Jokes, 3 Cups of Coffee with Three Different Flavorings: French Vanilla, Irish Creme, and Hazelnut, Choir with Christmas Music, Chillin in a Dorm with my sister and a book, A Board Game Party, A Soccer Game, A Harvest Festival, A Small Diner, A Hallelujah Festival,  Basketball, VolleyBall, Hayrides, Cold(ish) weather (FINALLY), A Random Lady Petting My Hair, Tons of Candy, Tons of Laughter, Tons of People( New and Old), Tons of Fun.

I could go deep into it, but I won't because sometimes snippets are all you need. I was going to explain the beauty of my weekend in depth, but sometimes it's nice to store up those moments for yourself too. To look back on and laugh at. To hold close to your heart. To keep the smiles and pile them up like books on your shelf. So, I'll let you know it was fun and what it consisted of, but I won't go deep into it this time. You can fill in the blanks. You have an imagination. So, you can imagine what each event and juxtaposition of words meant. In fact, you should do that. :)

Brains like working out too!

Maple

Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
Float down
Like autumn leaves
Hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep

The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces in their place,
And I can picture it after all these days.

Awkward

Sometimes I think it'd be nice to sit on a huge long couch that goes from one end of the room to the other end with a whole bunch of random strangers sitting on it too. Every stranger would have either a cup of tea, a cup of coffee, an old book, or a newspaper in their hands. No new aged things like cell phones or ipods. They might acknowledge each other, or they might just continue on about their business of drinking tea or coffee and reading their newspaper or old book. It might be awkward and it might be lovely and I think it'd be nice and I have no idea where this idea came from or why my heart is set on it. I suppose it makes no sense, but then again, what does make sense these days?

Not a whole lot, my friend. Not a whole lot.

 

 

So go ahead and make awkward, lovely but nice, moments.
And go ahead and let people judge you for it.
They don't know what they're missing out on.

They have no clue.
They have no clue.
Really.

Nostalgia, Books, Thursdays, Sisters, and You

To You;

I keep wanting to write to you.

I know just what I would say too.

But I never do.

I go to write that perfectly pretty letter,

And something stops me.

I don't do it.

I don't know why I don't do it.

I don't know why we don't talk anymore.

I think that's why I don't end up writing to you.

Because we don't talk anymore.

It'd almost seem foreign to write to you.

Maybe too much time has passed.

Maybe I kept waiting for you to pop up and say hi and I waited too long.

Maybe I should have said Hi first one of those times.

But whatever it is,

I can't write to you.

I don't know why things are the way they are,

And I don't know what to do about it.

I don't know if anything should be done about it.

Maybe this is how it's suposed to be.

Maybe we were meant to drift apart.

I don't know.

But I do know, that I still think about you.

I still pray for you.

I still will always be here for you.

Even though you might not read this.

Even though you probably won't know that this about you.

I still need to say it.

So, I did.

I didn't write to you,

But I did.

 

A reason why I'm liking my Thursday, is because I'm going up with my sister to visit her College. I get to meet her friends, school, and go to classes with her the next day. Then there is even a pool party on Friday that I'll be attending with her. So, it sounds like adventure and I love my sister, so I'm excited. :) It's something new and inviting and yet I'll still have someone familiar with me. I'll let you know how the adventures pan out on a weekend Monday post because I won't have time to talk about it on Friday.  Also, I spent some time re-reading a Sarah Dessen book. She's one of my favorite authors. I will give you a summary of her stories and tell you why I like them and then I will bid you farewell.



                                                       A Sarah Dessen  Book Summary:
There is some major issue that the main character is struggling with. While all that is happening, she meets a boy. She doesn't think anything will happen with her and that guy but it does. They both become friends and the friendship leads to love. Then towards the end of the book, the thing the main character(which is always a girl) struggles with gets bigger and more complex and that leads to everything going wrong and an arguement occurs between the boy and girl. They quit speaking to each other for quite some time, but then they make up and the conflict gets dealt with and everything ends up fine. That's basically a brief summary of the plot. However, I'll admit, not allll of them follow this exact pattern. The thing I like about Sarah Dessen books is that she puts in a lot of characters. The characters all have vivid personalities and help bring the story along and to life. The dialogue is very teenagery, so I always got it. I could relate. I read these books when I was 16. They also touch on real issues though, and there are always some quotes that make me stop and think. It is such a girly book, and they all take place in North Carolina and sometimes the characters found in one book will intermingle with the other characters in another book of hers. And this is why I love them. It's predictable, yet loveable, and yet wise in some ways, and other ways just feed to girly emotions and struggles we deal with. And most of all, re-reading them makes me extremely nostalgic for my young teenagery days where I was dumb and stupid and carefree but at times I was grounded because I had situations to handle my own. These books helped me through it, fed my imagination, and made me happy. That's why I love them so much. I remember getting a new one and reading them on my vacations. Most of them take place during Summertime, so I'd read them on Summer vacations in North Carolina or Massachusettes and I'd read it outside on the front porch or outback on the dock, and I could picture it all happening in a place similar to where I was. In small towns where everyone is happy and knows each other.

Have yourself a nice Thursday.

Hold on for the weekend.

Read a Sarah Dessen book.

Spend time with a sister.

Write to someone who will never read your letter.

Lose Yourself in Nostalgia.