Sunday, February 18, 2018

Life is too short not to wear red shoes!

Two new pairs of shoes! I love them! Ignore how my legs look I have a lot of scars from playing when I was a kid!

All my love and Gods blessings,

Saturday, December 31, 2016

3 Lessons I Have Learned

1. God is always in control, but you have to let Him.
2. God can take a bad thing, and turn it into a blessing.
3. Gods will is always best. 😩



I have been thinking alot lately about the choices I have made in my life. I wonder which specific choice it was that put me where I am right now.


I haven't forgotten anyone!

I haven't forgotten anyone here! I have been busy, however, I have been working on the blog. I couldn't possibly forget anyone. I love all my followers, I thank all of you for sticking with me. 

This is my cat, Socks, I bought her this collar and she has already lost it. Haha, does anyone have any tips to keep a collar on outside cats? Thanks in advance!

All my love and Gods blessings,

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

down in the valley

Hey everyone! I'm back!!! I'm so sorry I abandoned the blog for such a long time! I've just been busy working and what not. I am now working at a clothing store called New York and Company. But aside from that, I will try my best to post on here more often. 

Now the title of my post, is called down in the valley. Why? It's honestly about where I grew up at, a little small town area called by all locals "The Valley". The valley is where my dad grew up at also. My mom was in the valley off and on through her childhood. But me, I have always been in the valley. Down in the valley is apparently where I shall stay for the time being. 
This is the view from my front porch. You can see the mountain and there is horses in the field across the street. Lol sorry about my car being in the picture, dad parked it there.

Well, everyone have a good day! I'm so glad to be back! I plan to post soon!!  

All my love and Gods blessings, 

Saturday, January 31, 2015

I do remember (almost eighteen)

when you're seventeen, you find out all the things no one felt like telling you about, such as how different thunder sounds at three in the afternoon when all you want to do is crawl into bed with your clothes on and sleep for the rest of the time.
They will fail to mention how hurt you will be after the stranger disappoints you, or the sense of joy you will experience be after you see that stranger the second time. They don't talk about the way your head pounds whenever you think of last year or how you'd give anything to be sixteen again, or how fast forty-five minutes can go when it's all the time you will have to spend with him that week.
They don't warn you about caring so much for a venti non-fat, no foam latte and a grande/tall coffee, and how they'll probably forget you in five minutes when the cup is empty. They don't list the feelings you have for that one stairwell; the people who will let you down; the different shades of pink your face will turn when someone accidently calls him your boyfriend.
Or how much Ave Maria sounds like nails on a chalkboard after you attend the third funeral in a calendar year, and how evil of a word cancer becomes. They leave out your attraction to flame and dark water; to books about dying people and movies about mummies. How a song you've heard a dozen times can suddenly break you, or how a YouTube personality can feel like a sister you almost had.How you want to read every book by Lewis simply to become his best friend; how you still wish that one stupid boy had never appeared that one night; how it’s been three years and you still miss little people named Emma ; how countries like Sweden and Iceland will create a passionate desire to travel and just do things; how the name ‘love’ can carry such different connotations.
They don’t mention the desire to cut your hair off and not care what anyone thinks, or that strange, non-romantic crush you’ll always have on that one person that is just too confusing to explain to anyone
They don’t tell you that seventeen is full of thick smoke and broken, beating hearts that will always care.
Because that’s what they don’t tell you about seventeen: you remember it all. The good, the ugly, the whole lot.
They don’t tell you about seventeen.
Seventeen is never mentioned.
They don’t tell you because they don’t want to remember either. 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

look at the stars, look how they shine for you (a post of pretty.)





I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” –Vincent Van Gogh
all pictures via weheartit