Happy Easter

Sometimes we take pictures and turn our trees into flower crowns.

I hope you've been having a lovely Easter Sunday. I just wanted to share some thoughts with you, I can at least do that for the man, friend, and savior who I owe everything I've got to.

Because of Him everything is going to be ok. As cliche as it sounds, I just want to be ok (be ok, be ok) and He is the the reason that will happen.

Because of Him I'm not only going to be ok, I'm going to be gloriously happy.

Because of Him my family will be safe, repaired, and together forever.

Because of Him I am surviving High School.

Because of Him I have clarity and hope.

Because of Him I know who I'm not, and more importantly, who I am.

hey homie

Oh maybe I should post the things I write to post, ha, here:

I'm home, finally, luckily, and that calls for a celebration in the form of a list:

What should I put in front of the list items this time? I'm in the mood for something new...

Hashtags, I choose hashtags.

#when my mom refers to hashtags as a pound key lolololol
#now I will let A Rocket to the Moon fill my ears as I down pretzels like they're drugs
#everyday all I think is I just want Ariel to get on the twitter
#yesterday I took a trip down memory lane and read my old blog HA
#actually it's not all that different from this newer blog... is that good or bad?
#actually I was more inspiring on that one... but this one has more pictures...
#I am one shade darker than I was before I went to California praises
#but not dark enough to use the second lightest foundation *cries in corner*
#so because you are not all on the twitter I will say it again- who wants to get ready for prom with me aka sing the HSM3 prom song with me???
#I think I have a crush on Peter Pan
#someone, I think Hayley (mostly cuz I hope it was Hayley) made Patrick a twitter account and I laughed harder than I have in so long
#I found out people miss me when I go away and all I can say right now is "gosh thanks so so much"
#sorry JT but forget rivers, sometimes I cry you oceans
#the other day I posted my second all time favorite set of pictures I've ever taken, second only to these ones
#I'm speaking in stake conference. wut AHH
#I think my Kindred Spirits pinterest board is my favorite because people. People.
#speaking of people, one of my favorites turned 17 last week so S/O to Amber
#my back gets tired of my back pack a lot, but a lot of people carry around far heavier things, on their heads
#I used to hate round windows but now I am thinking they are quite the things
#short hair + a fancy dance = uhhh
#I decided a person should never go to the beach just because they feel guilty about being so close
#I walked in to my bedroom and realized I had been missing my plants...
#all I know is on Friday at school, the easter bunny stared at our class through the door's window for like 5 minutes and I have never been so creeped out by a bunny until now
#the pretzels are gone so peace out

For One

I'm constantly inspired by Kinfolk Magazine's photos of activities for one, so here's my version- a picnic on the beach. I still can't get over that basket from Addie & Liz.

YAY YAY YAY

I only use caps lock when talking about flowers.

Once I went to Heaven on Earth and I got to take pictures. 

Balboa: One Rad Place

I love all the blues.

Finally a Photobooth

When I was a little Freshman, I remember I was leaning over the drinking fountain one day and when I finished, an acquaintance in line behind me exclaimed, "oh I knew it was you Emma! I saw your ankles and I was like 'oh those are Emma ankles.'"

lol wut.

The Question That Lingers // Part 1

I say that I want to stay in places until they become a part of me, and I them. It takes minutes for the sea to become a part of you- salt in your lungs, water in your ears, longing in your soul, and the transfer between ocean and sand that turns your feet into salty dip sticks. The only question which still lingers is- how do I become a part of this place?

Maybe, I already am a part of it all, by nature of what I am- a girl raised in the shadow of a mountain, with snow water in my veins and muscles that have known how to handle ski poles for as long as I can remember. Maybe, the stories of girls with skin as white as snow have always been written in the sand, for we are completely out of our element, and I think the earth loves those kind of stories. Maybe, the carelessness of the sea needs stories like mine just as much as it needs surfers and gulls, in order to survive.