this is our story, but this isn't our ending

Let me riddle you a ditty, it's just an itty bitty, little thing on my mind.

About a boy and a girl, trying to take on the world one kiss at a time.

Now the funny thing about, ain't a story without it, but the story is mine.

And I wish you could say, that it ended just fine.

We all want to know, how it ends.

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.

Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.

Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

Inhale, breathe steady, exhale, like you're ready, if you're ready or not.

Just a boy and a girl trying to take on the world, and we want to get caught.

In the middle of a very happy ending, let's see what we've got, let's give it a shot.

Let's give it a shot.

We all want to know, how it ends.

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.

Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.

Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

We all have a story to tell.

Whether we whisper or yell.

We all have a story, of adolescence and all it's glory.

We all have a story to tell.

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.

Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.

Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

We all have a story to tell.

HE is WE

Their new album is AMAZING!
totally in love with it.
the end.

Meet Dustin

Dustin is watermelon chapstick and pina coolata sobes. Dustin is the laughter that fills your chest before the story is told. He is the smile in between sentences, and genuine character. The voice that soothes a weary soul at the end of the day. He is scribbled post-it notes, phone reminders and neatly folded laundry. Hide-a-keys. New tools. Tow ropes. Dustin is loud music and good base and feeling infinite. He is a constant furnace of warmth on a cold day. The protective arm around my shoulder on icy nights. He is stubborn generosity ad compassion. A millions shades of blue, like shattered glass reflected in the sky. Endless. He is the smirk of mischief. The wiggle of happiness. A sigh of contentment. The sleepy smile in the morning. Dusty is freckles and worn hands. Climbing. Adventures. Drifting. All wrapped into heartfelt laughter. 

Dustin is faith in the plan. He is hope for futures. He is love. He is home.

He is everything to me.

i am an implosion of emotion.

mama bear.

"I told him that I am a mama bear, Belle, and that I take care of my cubs and that he is one of my children and if he doesn't take care of himself, I will come out there and kick him in the butt, and than take care of him. and I meant it. He's a part of you, so he's a part of us."

he fits. what a beautiful thing.

a reminder.

we won't say our goodbyes,

you know it's better that way.

we won't break, we won't die

it's just a moment of change.

why are you running away?

i need to run.
just for an hour.
fifteen minutes even.
just a few moments when my knees are stable enough to let me dig deep into the earth and push forward as fast as possible.
just a little bit of time where i can push myself so hard that my lungs feel like they will burst inside of my chest.
just a split second to feel every bit of my body being used to it's fullest potential.

i need to run.

i'm writing myself to tears and that never happens.
i can't find my words, and that also never happens.

i just can't escape from the thought of running.

keep fighting

I hope this doesn't weird you out, but I just wanted to tell you that you are amazing. I am learning about Pediatric Cancer right now, and I am just so incredibly moved by strong people like yourself who experience it first hand. I have seriously considered working in Pediatric Oncology for so many reasons. I find it so inspiring. I just wanted to let you know that although I don't personally understand, I understand from a medical point of view a small scale of what you have gone through in your experience have have the utmost respect for you!! I really hope you are doing well in every way possible and wish you nothing but happiness, you deserve it.


i am just chelsie, but this was the needed encouragement to keep fighting the infection in my leg right now.

Handicapped Passes and Pay Raises

Today, I was driving to school and one of my new favorite songs came on the radio. and there is nothing better then just turning up the volume and singing along at the top of my lungs and not caring how horrid it sounds, 'cause it's just me and the Cazz machine. It's one of the best feelings ever.

Want to know what else rocks? PAY RAISES! Even if it's just a baby one, they rock.

Been a somewhat productive day already, and i like those. I woke up with my alarm, finished some assignments up, made it to class on time, despite the crappy roads, and rocked my presentation. I renewed my handicapped pass for campus without any problems, and that was a huge relief. I can't begin to explain how much crap I get for having one, because people don't see me as handicapped and often think that I'm just making my problems to be more severe than they are. It's frustrating. But whatever. I take what comes my way, as long as it keeps me on my feet and my knee safe.

And now I'm waiting for Dustin to get out of class so we can eat some lunch in the crossroads before I go to work. Then it's a three hour shift at the office, a huge tornado of a room to clean when I get home, some Grey's with my girls and homework with my favorite person.

I realize that A lot of my writing lately has been about this one person in my life right now and I'm sorry if that is getting old or boring. Truth is, every day, it gets more new and exciting to me. I'm constantly learning about myself, about him, about love, about everything. It's kind of a beautiful thing.

Oh. New Chelsie word of the week. "toothnail." Don't even ask. I'm just an english major who can't make words.

a snapshot.

I can see the day he wrote his name on my feet in hi-liter after we sat doing homework together for a few hours. He made me a peanut butter and nutella sandwich and as I sat on his kitchen table with my back pressed against the wall, he pointed them out to Jake. He didn’t get it right away, but it didn’t matter. His name was on my foot, and my heart and I knew that night that even though it would wash off soon, he had a piece of me. He was a piece of me.