|Main blog:||Rich Girls Lily|
|Birthday:||March 18th 1985|
|Education:||High school, Some college|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, Tennessee, Sevierville|
|Height:||5' 1" (155 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|Clothing Pref.:||Business - Casual|
|Tattoo Info:||One between shoulder blades; a magenta and yellow bird with a long, curly, feathery tail and a star of david that reads "Jesus" on my right wrist|
|Piercing Info:||bellybutton, two in ears, used to have eyebrow and nose peirced|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Involved|
|Astrological Sign:||Pisces (Feb 19 - March 20)|
|Liquor:||Gave it up|
|Your Home:||Live with roommate(s)|
|Likes:||music, hiking, fishing, horseback riding, movies, anything outdoors|
|Dislikes:||talking on the phone, checking my voicemail|
"For we must never forget what is the most repellent and inexplicable trait in our Enemy; He really loves the hairless bipeds He has created and always gives back to them with His right hand what He has taken away with His left." ~ from The Screwtape Letters
"You will say that these are very small sins; and doubtless, like all young tempters, you are anxious to be able to report spectacular wickedness. But do remember, the only thing that matters is the extent to which you separate the man from the Enemy. It does not matter how small the sins are provided that their cumulative effect is...
"And there was never any place
For someone like me to be
I'm running out of clock and that
Ain't a shock
Some things never do change
Never do change..." - Something Corporate
How I Feel
I never asked you to earn me. I want only that you should need me. Your path is not one of merit. Bring the recurring desires of your mind to me, every time they emerge. They cannot shock me, for I willed them! Bring me your confusion, your fear, your craving, your anxiety, your inability to love the world, your hesitation to serve, your jealousy, all the deficiencies that defy your spiritual disciplines. ~Sri Sathya Sai Baba
I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about...
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
i want to bestow upon my readers some excerpts from Ms. Dillard's book. This is from the chapter "The Present". Sit back and enjoy...
"I sip my coffee. I look at the mountain, which is still doing its tricks, as you look at a still-beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your lover in another country years ago: with fond nostalgia, and recognition, but no real feeling save a secret astonishment that you are now strangers. Thanks. For the memories. It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recongnize as separating us from our creator--our very self-consciousness--is also...