lostintheunexpected: Sleeping at Last- I’m Gonna...
Walls, curtains, and pre-prom syndrome
Before a recent rush of thoughts entered my mind, I have been completely content with the fact that I will not have a prom date. Why should I be in distress about this anyway? I’m a pretty independent person. I always open the door and carry my books all by myself. I never needed a sturdy hand to grasp my shaky one. Being tethered to someone was never really ideal to me. Some people praise...
She & Him- I’ve Got Your Number, Son....
Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via bookmania) —————————————————————————- Currently reading this book and I must say, Jonathan...
In the end, even a simple word space, paragraph or full stop carries the weight...– A brief history of punctuation (via explore-blog)
Ways to Spend the Spring →
Wrote a blog post at @soworthloving about fun things to do during Spring. Go check it out, unless you hate Spring. And in that case, I feel sorry for your soul.
I wouldn't mind this life.
I wouldn’t mind this life. A life where I spend hours creating a well-organized, thoughtful, and inspiring piece of writing. Be it just for my own creative benefit or for stranger’s eyes. I wouldn’t mind learning to type with my right hand while drinking a cappuccino with my left. That just sounds like the best way to multitask to me. wouldn’t mind triple checking what I write,...
Beyond treating individual letters as physical objects, the human brain may also...– Scientific American explores the reading brain in the digital age. Also see the death of the book through the ages, the publishing world on future of print and writers on the future of books. (via explore-blog) SO true. Never loved anything so much.
Their love could have made fire seem like ice crystals, years ago. Life was exciting, light-hearted, and warm. They signed a paper to show what was in their heart, along with a diamond, making it apparent to the typical stranger. They made their life, composed of communication, affectionate exchanges, and patience. But somewhere along the way, the fire faded. Not to a dim glow, but to a stick of...
I liked your heart Until she took it away There was an almost There is a never
2000 years ago, betrayal & abandonment won for the...
make me feel. everything. all of it. now.: Letter... →
laurennicolelove: Dear teenage girl: I want to take a minute to write down some words for you, because I feel like it’s really important that someone says these things. In the grown up world, “teenage girls” are kind of a lame stereotype, and I want to say that I’m sorry. You seem to be a demographic that is… This is perfect. And well needed.
Two things that define you: Your patience when you have nothing, and your...– (via skylineboulevard)
o my soul faint not / o my soul keep up in love:... →
ohmysoulfaintnot: I have come as a light to shine in this dark world, so that all who put their trust in me will no longer remain in darkness. “Deliver me out of the sadness. Deliver me out of the madness. Deliver me, courage to guide me. Deliver me, strength inside me. All of my life I’ve been in hiding. Wishing…
Sometimes, "Being A Woman" Makes Me Tired →
goodwomenproject: The past few months I have been branching out online, reading blogs and posts and sites that are a little outside the typical, comfortable easy space for me. It has been really enlightening to hear views from women I respect and admire about feminism, submission, marriage, oppression, and the Proverbs 31 woman. Many of these posts and voices are in completely disagreement with...
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives...– Jonanthan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure,...– Philippians 4:8
I won't sleep tonight.
I won’t sleep tonight… It could be because of the four cups of coffee that should have been cut off to two, or at least have been decaf. Or maybe it’s because I still have unfinished papers to write. But mainly it’s because I’m juggling things that I am not made to juggle. I’ve never had good hand-eye coordination and I’ve always been extremely clumsy....
Don't Wait for a New Year →
Writer’s note: This is my recent blog post for So Worth Loving. I’m grateful to be a part of this organization and I hope I never take it for granted. With the end of 2012 passed another year where I reminisce on the things I did and didn’t do during the year. One annual journal entry after another has left me with a thought that has made me ponder the ideal tradition of New Year’s...
In the midst of tragedy.
Every day I become more aware of how much this world needs people with open minds, caring hands, gentle souls, and loving heart. I don’t think I could ever be happy in this world knowing tragedies are happening and I’m not lending my clean hands because I don’t want to get involved with dirty ones. I don’t want to live a life that consists of comfort and having my mind shut...