echovein
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this is my boyfriend’s brother snuggled up with our siamese, pagoda.
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Thanks, Steve.
Posting designs like this one makes me paranoid, because I can’t shake the feeling that it’s not original. I enjoyed the process...
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This should be on Things Organized Neatly (which is a great site, by the way).
I made my slow way home
Limping on broken bones
Out of the thickest pine
Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can repair
I know you’ve seen the light
I know you’ll get me right
Right? Right? Right?
I own a sinner’s heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you’ll need
I hope He hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know the saving type
I know you get me right
Right? Right? Right?
Oh Jesus, I’ve fallen
I don’t mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I’ll meet my maker, clean
But Jesus, the truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I’ll meet my maker
I need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood
Drain me of the sins I love
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up beside of me
In whispers, it convinces me I’m
Right? Right? Right?
