Washington's Washing Me New

The place I live gets plenty of rain, but that's okay, because that's Washington. It's beautiful and lovely, and when it rains, so do myeyes out of pure beauty.

water within
frothy clouds
His fingers touch each and every one of them
causing them to break down
and sob
out of love,
for, He is there

if there were any time to cry
i'd try
to do it now

each rain drop kisses my cheek
in celebration
of a new spring

oleeeeeeeeeeg, oleg, oleg, olegggg.


the most amazing

spectacular, beautiful, funny, soft, romantic, graceful, lovely, smart, and greatest boy makes my heart gush.


Some Kind of Wonderful

What is something beautiful to you?

To me, beauty lies in: Grace, polaroids, '60s cameras, love, and in ma famille. Salvation, creamy colours, and originality. And also in thank you's and merci's and languages that consist of, 'I love you'.

I am happy with Thee.


You are My Sunshine, my only Sunshine

This is inspired by a blog named Notes From The Toothfairy. A beautiful blog, might I add!

Every first Sunday of each month, you are to supplement this blog post with your current answers; the idea to record your evolving interests, which I find rather exciting! :)

Try it, won't you?
I like: that I am happy and have found myself stronger through Someone special.
I don't like: when doctors cancel appointments 3 months in a row, the fact that I do so little, and tiresome Saturdays dealt with on the green musty couch.
I've planned: to go somewhere foreign this summer, praise God everyday, and bake something tres bon.
I want to say to someone special: You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.


Boy Meets World

Honestly, this was, is, and always will be my favorite show; it has a special place in my heart. I've always had a thing for Cory, an urge to call "Feeny!", and a passion for the love of Cory and Topanga's. ♥
And so did the rest of America, I bet you!
Oh, how I wanted to be Topanga! Cory is the most adorable thing ever, and it only progressed with age...
And Mr. Feeny? Let's just say he's on top of my list of favorite teachers.

Oh...the 90's..how I miss thee so!


I am loved

I am loved, originally uploaded by can we be blue?.
I love photography class, it is a passion I hold dear to my heart. It's the most creative class I have ever taken it it has a special place in my life.

"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it." ~Author Unknown

My teacher has a wonderful soul and I love her to pieces for teaching me of it!

"Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter." ~Ansel Adams

Thank you God.


God has put it on my heart.

To love Him more and more,
the praise Him more and more,
and to bake cookies and cupcakes more and more. :)


I am falling.

beauty and the beast
Never have I loved a Disney movie like I have loved Beauty and her Beast. I watch multiply French versions of "Be Our Guest" and "Something There" Never will it cease to amaze me that beauty can lie other than in its usual nooks and crannies.

I am in love with a boy that I find beautiful.

But, it might be too late.

Never have I regretted something from long ago until now.



I have the biggest urge to play the guitar over and over and over again. I want to beg for one, and beg for a song. The idea of playing the guitar on a street corner and not accepting any money for the service is a hobby. A hobby in the slim lobby. Seeing smiles as people walk pass would be the greatest treasure.

Watching people walk pass and not would be okay, too.

As long as there's a Son and there's a tune that comes to mind, I am complete. ♥


Wisdom Teeth Theme

Red Wagon

You are forgotten
like leafs in the wind
I do not dare to touch you
not with my fingers, not with its tips
You are not here.
You are not anywhere.
Never have I been stronger
and forgetful of your face
it seems repulsive to me now.
Let me express the ways
that I have forgotten you
until now
I pull memories down a red wagon
dropping a piece
step by step
I will not miss you.


this age is fun!

Life is much more fun in the teenage years. You are in the stage where in public, it's understandable to wear a 50's cardigan and a 70's style dress because you just look that darn cute. I thank God everyday I am at this age. And, when I am older of course, I will thank Him for that age, too.

I develop film and ponder what the process inside the canister is like: you are in the light for a second and then you are out. You are in the dark. You are in the dark until someone decides to break open your home and develop you in all your glory. And you come out beautiful.

The chemicals I inhale smell like nothing other than happiness and joy and contentment. I do not wish to run away, I do not wish you leave, I do not wish to depart. I suck on the starburst in my mouth and wait. It is time well spent.


My family is beautiful.

Sitting in the house watching endless hours of television and pointless days on Facebook is an insult to life. Life is what I'm suppose to be living, yet I am not. I am here. I am in a chair. White walls surround me and all I can think about is counting; counting the hours until a face other than Daniel Radcliffe or Alexis Bledel comes to greet me hello.

I draw imaginary things made of real things in this wonderful world to pass the time away. Pomegrantes, coral, and the Game of Perfection flow onto paper, although I wish I had them all in real life. I wish I had something.

I've read all the fairytales in m home all before sunrise. The pain in my jaw keeps me up sometimes, yet the rising Son is the true secret behind my awakening.

My family is magnificent. They bring my mexican gumbo and books and smiles. They set them all on my lap and I give them kisses on their cheeks in silent appreciation. I want to take them to a beach and put them in a bottle and ship them off somewhere else so another can know and realize love like they've never experienced before.

But until then and for now, they are God given, they are mine.

We toss candy at one another in fits of joy and humor. We drink chai tea and instant coffee and talk about how the day is horrible, but how some people are not. We lay stacked on top of eachother watching an infinate amount of free movies and DVD's because sometimes, the best thing to say is nothing at all.

My family is beautiful.


Memoirs of a Geisha

I love this movie.

I love the Japanese culture. It is so simple, yet the knowledge of them so complex. They are smart and cunning, not to froget extrememly handsome. I imagine what it would be like to be in Japan, for they have everything new and also everything old. I ponder and ponder and ponder. I came to this conclusion: I am to go there one day, hopefully one day soon. I pray this, for this is my very wish!


dear chandeliers,

dear chandeliers///, originally uploaded by can we be blue?.
Dear chandelier,
I love you.
Love, the table beneath you.

Taken with my new oktomat camera, developed in my school lab.