I want to weave you into me. Stick your thorns in and grow. Bleed sap and feel this shining light. Grow strange leaves. Bear this fruit. Share this soil. Bury ourselves. Reach for the sun. Strip this bark. Carve a name and a heart into me. Please.
- Brittany
- My name means strength. I was raised by gypsies. I am the granddaughter of pastors. I have a great love for my family. I miss growing up, but not enough to do it again. I often wish i were living in a different country....often as in yesterday, today and most likely tomorrow. I like meeting people...90% of the time. i quickly get bored with small talk. I like making people laugh but I truly appreciate when they take me seriously. I like sleeping outside. I value deep relationships. I desire integrity. I want to know what it means to be fully alive. I admire those who already know. I love the word freedom. I pray for courage. I hate complacency. This is merely a page of my random, heart-felt ramblings. I am not perfect, but rather on a journey....a journey of life.
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