[day three hundred and twenty-one.]
•December 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and twenty.]
•December 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and nineteen.]
•December 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and eighteen.]
•December 1, 2009 • Leave a Commenti can’t wait until i have the time to read over break.
“With all the complexities of our modern lives, some people can’t keep up. Their inability to deal with problems, but they have their own ways of dealing. Some deal with it out of a syringe, some at the bottom of a bottle; some just deal with it.” [angels fall from gasoline rainbows]
[day three hundred and seventeen.]
•November 30, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and fifteen]
•November 28, 2009 • 1 Comment[day three-hundred and fourteen.]
•November 27, 2009 • 1 Comment[day three hundred and thirteen.]
•November 26, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and eleven.]
•November 24, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three-hundred and ten.]
•November 23, 2009 • Leave a Commentwhat a great sunday. too many rain drops. too many cups of coffee. too many good pages of a book.
“Words are dead. A plot is not a story; it’s a grave. Do you ever get that feeling that you are the only one who exits, and where you exist is this place somewhere in your head? You can’t get out. You can look out, but you can’t get out your contact with people is very limited. Words connect us in some way, and it’s pathetic because words are so universal and nonspecific that they make us all insensitive animals. Thus denial is created. It eats your soul and defecates in your world.” (Angels Fall from Gasoline Rainbows, CJ Maddson)
[day three hundred and nine.]
•November 22, 2009 • Leave a CommentCAN I JUST ESCAPE.
We’ll do it all. everything. on our own.
we don’t need anything or anyone.
If I lay here. if i just lay here. would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel
Forget what we’re told. before we get too old. show me a garden that’s bursting into life.
Let’s waste time.
also, November 22
[day three hundred and eight.]
•November 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment[day three hundred and seven.]
•November 20, 2009 • Leave a CommentMe: i took a “what kind of debator are you” (in the national forensics league) quiz. miss cottingham got ld. i took the whole quiz. my result? “none”. fmlStephyn : Ha. Omg. Wow.Me: i didn’t need to take that quiz to find out i guess. whatever. i met you. thats all that matters.Stephyn: Thats my biggest trophy. Meeting you
On the side of a little hill
Picks the litter from the ground
She gives. he gets. with out giving anything to see.
And there’s no need for me
[day two-hundred and six.]
•November 19, 2009 • Leave a Commentmornings. they are when i have fresh thoughts. fresh. everything is new.
“but i did continue and recover. i got well by talking. death could not get a word in edgewise, it grew discouraged, and traveled on.” -louise edrich (tracks)
“it comes up different every time, and has to ending, no beginning. they get the middle wrong too. they only know they don’t know anything” -louise edrich (tracks)
“ I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.Harun Yahya
[day three hundred and five.]
•November 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
“”We do know that no one gets wise enough to understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.”
[Louise Erdrich]
[day three hundred and four]
•November 17, 2009 • Leave a Commenti look at the leaves. and they constantly remind me that things have to die in order for new life to begin. and then i apply that very same concept to my life.

[Don't let your mind get weary and confused]
Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies
Don’t let your soul get lonely child
It’s only time, it will go by
(ray lamontagne, be here now)
[day three-hundred and three]
•November 16, 2009 • Leave a Commentstarted me a new blog.
my life on a page.
it’s a blog of things that i like. i don’t take these photos. it’ll be a collection of things that i find inspiring or that describe me.
(i am not abandoning this one, no worries)
stephhill.tumblr.com
[day three-hundred and two]
•November 15, 2009 • 1 Comment
i woke up to this note written on my mirror from my laur.
we write codes of love to each other.


























