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A Prayer for the first day of Tour. Make me the place where heaven meets earth. (at Vines Center)

I’ve been told that New York always looks forward. That London is content, Paris is resigned, but New York - New York is always hopeful. So I find it fitting, perhaps even meaningful, that I was raised an hour or so north of the metropolis. One night I found myself faced with the difficulty of explaining what effect “slightly upstate New York” had on me. I tried to explain how it felt to walk home and watch cars pass by on Route 9 and Spackenkill Road, but hear echoes of Broadway instead; feel Fifth vibrating inside of me. “I had that silly romantic notion,” I said, as we cut through Manhattan, “that once I got away to New York everything would be okay.” I believed that if you could make it in New York, you could make it anywhere. And I thought I could make it in New York. I thought I could find love there. Elusive love, walking shadow-like down street blocks. Untamable love, flitting over zebra stripes like a spring bird.

Two caterpillars fell in love, they held hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands,and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and hands, and...

Jimmy’s wearing Shaq’s jacket and it might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. 

too cute  to be real  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

"Don’t say "I can’t do it." Do you think God is sitting up there looking down at us saying, "hmm who can do this, oh you can! Would you like to do it for me?" No. Saying that doesn’t make you humble. It’s being prideful. It’s your insecurity and pride that doesn’t want to be hurt. You can’t do it on your own power and you’re too prideful to ask God and your faith is too weak, that’s when you say that." 

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