I Remember That Time You Told Me You Said "love Is Touching Souls"surely You Touched Mine'cause Part

i remember that time you told me you said "love is touching souls" surely you touched mine 'cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time oh, you're in my blood like holy wine

#ppl will be like laura lee is unrealistic in terms of like how christian teenage girls act but like#look at this scene. she is not a typical teenage catholic girl#she performed a baptism. like an entire ritual. and just Believes her friend who thinks she's having prophetic visions

also like. in her mind, she experienced a divine miracle when the lifeguard saved her and the first thing she saw was the glowing symbol of jesus' resurrection right in front of her face. she believes that she experienced the lord's power and prescence and his goodness for saving her, she literally devoted her life to him afterwards

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @songrot​ )

                “  that’s  beautiful,  julie.  ”    laura  lee  says  earnestly,  eyes  wide  in  awe  and  amazement.  julie’s  talents  were  a  gift  from  God,  blessed  by  the  angels  that  filled  His  kingdom  with  music.  they  sit  together  on  the  piano  bench,  pressed  together  as  if  sisters.  it  was  probably  the  only  way  they’d  fit  together  on  the  nearly  miniature  bench,  but  she  wasn’t  expecting  much  from  a  high  school,  even  one  made  for  music.    “  did  that  piece  have  a  name?  i  didn’t  recognize  it.  ”

i give up trying to edit the tumblr post so instead here is my personal canon timeline

୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @ilvaites​ )

                positioned  behind  the  prophet,  she  sits,  a  strange  peace  flowing  through  her.  no  doubt  the  cause  of  lottie’s  ever  glowing  light,  a  holiness  laura  lee  wishes  she  could  hold  in  her  hand,  hold  up  to  the  sun  and  watch  it  spin.  laura  lee  hums  gently,  a  familiar  tune  that  sits  heavy  on  her  throat.  psalm  eighteen,  she  still  remembers.  for  strength.  cautious  fingers  opt  for  gentleness  and  focus,  instead  of  speed,  twining  hair  together  so  it’s  neat  and  tidy,  freshly  clean  from  the  lake  and  scarcely  more  than  two  drops  of  rationed  soap.    (  the  Lord  is  my  rock  and  my  fortress  and  my  deliverer,  my  God,  my  rock,  in  whom  i  take  refuge,  my  shield  …    )    she  breathes  in  her  nose,  out  her  mouth.  they  will  be  okay,  blessed  from  above.  they  will.    “  that’s  not  too  tight,  is  it?  ”

                laura  lee  scoots  over  to  make  room  for  haley,  passing  her  a  water  bottle  as  she  does  so,  the  action  is  nearly  automatic  the  moment  she  catches  her  eye,  the  moment  coach  scott  calls  for  take  five.    “  i  think  …  ”    arms  wrap  around  her  knees,  pulling  them  to  her  chest  as  she  lets  her  breathing  even  out.    “  i  think  hate  is  a  strong  word,  i  don’t  think  anyone  hates  you.  ”    her  mind  flickers  to  jackie,  but  that’s  not  hate,  really.  that’s  just  …  jackie.  she’s  not  hateful,  she’s  just  jackie.    “  do  you  feel  forced  to  be  here,  haley?  or  are  you  just  …  ”    she  trails  off,  gaze  leaving  haley  and  finding  the  field,  searching  for  a  word  she  cannot  find.    “  i  don’t  know,  talking?  like,  being  metaphorical,  and  stuff.  ”

♡* ♱    haleygrahams.

❛     there's  only  one  thing  worse  than  having  no  control  over  your  life,  @ofaither​  :  it's  being  forced  to  live  it  with  people  who  hate  you.     ❜