of hope. and money.

spring break?

hah.

'twasn't lazy at all, but it was obscenely lucrative. i've been trying to decide if it's a fair trade, and i think i'm about to conclude that it is. money as a value might be petty and temporal and shallow, but you know what? it's handy.

a while ago i told hannah i felt like a hoarding, miserly wretch. she said that's perfectly okay, sometimes, and not to let my conscience get the better of me.

how freeing. this is what RAs were meant to be.

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things are hard right now, in more than one sense and in more than one way. but Rest comes soon, and oh it will be beautiful when we are Revealed- for now, we are breaking, broken, and bleeding. but then again, so was He. and that's okay, too.






come find me at sunrise.

i'll be waiting.