Lauren Bourgeois

Nashville, TN
I tend to over-think everything.
I'm excited to grow old, whatever that may include.

Jan Baltzell—22737/
I now pronounce you, His

I guess I’ve been more afraid of commitment than I’d like to admit.

I crave this deep level of intimacy, yet shield myself from ever reaching it by putting up walls.

And that’s not even to say that I haven’t met people willing to attempt to climb or crumble them, but instead that I’ve become an elusive architect, raising the walls when under pursuit. 

But He alone is successful.

As I feel them, melting.

I’m aware that all my efforts are being ruined by Him, and that it’s okay.

There’s such a peace about the process.

I’ve been shying away, in pursuit of comfort disguised as knowledge. 

Afraid to commit to any one ideal or belief, in fear I may have to surrender all that I have come to know so far.

And then I realized, what am I really even giving up? Nothing.

Here I am, 21 with no direction. Craving purpose and a new perspective.

I don’t know what to pursue with my life, where to go from here.

But I know now for certain, that I cannot do it alone.

And so, if that’s not a bargain, I don’t know what is.

I know it’s going to be rough, raw, and I’m going to stumble over myself countless times, but I’ve never been more excited to fail miserably. 

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The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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can someone invent a candle that smells like a blown out candle

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hi my name is Lauren and I’m addicted to pumpkin seeds

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I made a friend