I Shall Not Want


Christ enthusiast, mountain loving, twenty-something.

Just a place for things I find inspring.

Sometimes I wish I could call you up and just say “I’m sorry”, and maybe ask about your day, and hear about what you’re learning, and the new music you’ve found.. And maybe just be honest with how we are.
If you allow people to make more withdrawals than deposits, you will soon be in the negative. Know when to close the account, and walk away.
I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Woolly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.
- Alys Fowler

(via coffeeonlymakesusbitter)

I remember the day I felt the breeze turn away from it’s direction just the same as I remember you turning away and retracting your decision. It felt cool to my face with needle hairs sticking where they wanted, and like your unapologetic embrace, the needles left me scarred and haunted. Those wooden boards held my bones as the new breeze rattled those trees, and I saw the veins of the leaves howl as they changed their color and abided to their deed. My eyes couldn’t stop them, the watering of my cheeks. For once I had understood why summer didn’t leave in days but weeks. We needed time to brace ourselves, to let the coolness creep in. It couldn’t be handled all at once, it would be like slowly committing the deepest sin. I had to push myself up, to take a step forward. But just like the leaves…. Parts of me still lay on the floor.

-Adoration Johnson (8.24.14)

My dear friend belovedgiver wrote this poem for me, and it’s honestly the best present I’ve ever received. Give her a follow!