hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,
and sweetest in the gale is heard;
the sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.
i've heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.
emily dickinson
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Hope
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Monday, September 22, 2008
i love my friends.
my friends rock.

the spirit of jackson.
gangstas.
slow dancing on the boat.

on the spirit of jefferson. or jackson.

i'm going crazy.
downtown louisville.
aren't they the cutest couple?
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Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Pray
Pray
www.tylersfriends.blogspot.com
this dude taught me how to play guitar hero.
he's pretty cool.
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