My favorite thing about men is their failure to commit to and date you while also being incapable of leaving you alone.
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My favorite thing about men is their failure to commit to and date you while also being incapable of leaving you alone.
Do you ever feel like youāve outgrown a passion or talent/gift and it saddens your heart because you love doing it but it no longer feels the same?
Love Me, Love Me Not, a piece from my poetry book Iām currently working on, Heartbreak Diaries.
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Being loved by you (if you can even call it that)
was like being a flower.
Not the flower picked and placed in a pretty porcelain vase
among other flowers, displayed for all wandering eyes to admire,
soaking up water as they await their inevitable death.
I was the helpless flower picked as an act of violence,
suffering silently as each petal was gruesomely pulled from its receptacles.
Me, wanting the pain to go away,
youāholding me with a careless grip in your hands,
whispering with a despicable softness, āI love her, I love her not.ā
Plucked from the earth, tortured aimlessly for sport,
no more beauty, no more eyes peering down at me in awe.
A fragile little flower, ripped from her roots,
only to be thrown back down,
stomped on and left to die.
Guys I have a secret to shareā¦
I have the biggest crush on my boyfriend š¤
Being in love and being loved by someone is my favorite feeling in the world. š¤
Before I Saw you - Emily Houghton
To all my fellow bookworms searching through Tumblr, this romance novel is a MUST READ and ASAP!!!
āBefore I Saw Youā is one of the sweetest love stories Iāve picked up, thoroughly enjoyed while crying my eyes out as the story unfolded, and successfully read front to back in a long time. The author writes with such passion, captivating a rare beauty, raw emotion, and inspiration on every single page.
Read it sometime, you wonāt regret it!!!
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This semester I have a variety of 13 books included in my TBR stack to read and finish within 16 weeks. 13 books in 16 weeks⦠but I have 13 books, pitches, portfolios, final papers, and presentations, but no final exams this semester, so thatās a blessing. Yay for English classes. Yay for being a writing major. (:
To Be Read Stack:
The Place of the Lion
How to Think
The Man Who Was Thursday
The Princess and Curdie
Perelandra
The Great Divorce
Handling the Truth
The Fellowship of the Ring
Till We Have Faces
How to Write Short: Word Craft For Fast Times
Lilith
Touchstone Anthology of Contemporary Creative Nonfiction
The Essence of the Old Testament: A Survey
Current Read:
Flowers on the Moon is a collection of poems and prose that takes you through love, heartbreak, and the unexpected, but with Billy Chapataās captivating messages, you are shown how to survive and prosper amid that chaos.
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Do not stop praying for your unsaved friends and family.
Iāll say it again: Do not stop. Even if you have to pray the rest of your life. Keep praying for their salvation and refuse to quit. While they still have a pulse, thereās hope.
Am I guaranteeing theyāll be saved? No, Iām not. But if I could only emphasize how many stories Iāve heard of Christians who didnāt give up praying for the unbelievers in their lives and eventually saw results.
They may get saved and they may not.
But prayer gives them a way better chance.
Keep praying. Never stop. Refuse to stop for the rest of your life. And donāt give up hope.
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; āConcerns from a hot-boxed jeepā
[Text ID: āHow do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?ā]
āI used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of othersā pain, and my passion for it all.ā
ā Unknown
to love is to liveā¦
I have read this poem once before. The first time, choosing random page numbers in the anthology book and turning to them while sitting at the kitchen table reading them with my brother. He read āfloat away,ā and I immediately fell in love with Kuhn's words. Today I unknowingly came across this same poem again and once again related to every line in float away. Itās raw and honest.
Sad girl energy reflects every moment someone has called me pretty, and I responded with a laugh in disbelief. Family and friends think my inner and outer appearances are beautiful, but every mirror and selfie suggests otherwise. Every outfit, every makeup look, every hairstyle, every time I smile, I see no such thing as beauty staring back at me. Instead, I see a broken little girl who let the wrong boys love her without proving themselves worthy of her. Instead, they stole her confidence and innocence. I see the comparison between my siblings. I see the flaws that make me feel so insecure every day. But āyouāre so pretty,ā āyouāre stunning,ā āDez, youāre one of the most beautiful girls Iāve ever seenā I wish I could see myself through your eyes; maybe then Iād finally agree.
I loved this last poem, Impossibilities, so much because even though Iām aware Iām a chaotic mess, I know Iām making changes in my life to better myself. I saved my mental health, cut off toxic relationships, let God back in, and chose to go back to college. I decided to live for myself and chase my dreams despite my anxiety and depression screaming at me to give up. Impossibilities donāt have to be impossibilities.