apparently my mom is not even home
and the person i hear puttering around the house is the carpet cleaning service
I’VE BEEN YELLING ‘GRILL ME A CHEESE’ AT THEM FOR 20 MINUTES
it’s kind of weird knowing that when you sleep, you’re just looking at your eyelids but somewhere in your brain, you are able to produce dreams as if you’re still awake.
i’m always going to need more of Jesus. even when i don’t want him. even when i want to run off wildly on my own adventures, even when my rebellious heart wants to shut him up and out to pursue it’s own desires…i pray my soul will never stop crying out for more.
"wanna hang out? when are you free?"
i’m never free, $25 per hang out session please.