"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Thursday, March 12, 2009

marriage.

when I think about getting married, I think about how I would no longer need to look for a roommate/roommates & how we would find a nice 1-bedroom apartment to live in....even though I'm 24. ha.

but I have friends who are getting married who bought a house. a HOUSE.

wow. that just seems so grown up...ya know??
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