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"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."
-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
"I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House
"Christians ignore all the contradictions in the Bible" babygirl there are armies of theologians right now in universities writing their doctoral thesis debunking biblical "contradictions" you've never even heard of
What is deserved? What is earned? Who are any of us to ask for anyone to stick around, or for honesty? Are we foolishly motivated by love to ever share any of ourselves or our hearts? Or is it an unburdening, a self-serving move we mask under the name of emotional intimacy and vulnerability with others?
Support long distance relationships. They are just as worthy, romantic and real as traditional ones. From pole to pole the Earth is 24,874 miles and there are 8 billion people on it. Do you really think your soulmate lives mere minutes from you? If I've learned anything the last three years the heart wants what it wants and truly doesn't care what the body must do to get it.
Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.
being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]
i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.
Sometimes I'll hear non-believers complain that God can forgive certain people.
They'll say "I don't wanna go to heaven if murderers/rapists/thieves/etc can be forgiven and go there."
When they forget
1. By God's Holy standard, you're no better than them. ALL sin isn't allowed to enter heaven, so even lying or stealing once is enough to keep you out.
2. That people who DID do those heinous acts, accepted Christ and REPENTED of their sins. Which means they KNOW they did wrong and regret their actions. They HATE their sins.
And they forget that Paul used to murder Christians before he was saved by Christ. People can be changed by the Holy Spirit, and be forgiven by the GRACE and MERCY of God.
Marry me so I can film you doing regular everyday shit and I’ll edit little movies of our lives so you can see how beautiful you are to the rest of the world.
little ways to romanticize your life
make it pretty. buy colorful pens to write, download cute templates for a journal, make a vision board.
surrounded yourself with favorite scents. whether that be a candle, perfume, essential oil, body wash, etc.
wear something pretty every day. no matter if it's a necklace, headband or whole outfit.
redecorate for your mood. put plants and cute décor around work, your car, your home. use lights that remind you of the sunset or the twinkling night sky.
appreciate the little things. the smell of coffee in the morning, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the warmth of the sun on your face.
take pictures of every beauty you can find no matter how small.
turn up the music when you have to get chores done and dance your way through them
i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with
When God Won’t Give me my Boaz
Have you ever prayed for God to work things out between you and a boy? I have, in fact just this week I asked God if He would tell a boy I liked that he should date me. Imagine my frustration after I prayed for three whole days, finally got the courage to send the boy a text, and then got left on read. Angrily, I told God: "God this boy would be perfect for me! He loves you, is involved in ministry, and is also taller than me! Why would you not work things out between us?!". But here's the thing: God loves us more than we could ever love ourselves, and He wants the very best for us. We see our imperfections and mistakes, and sometimes we have the mentality that anyone who goes to church, and has a relationship with God is the very best we can do. God sees us as His most treasured creation, and loves us more than we could ever fathom; When God withholds something from us, He is not doing it to be cruel, or because He thinks we aren't enough, He is protecting us from anything less than the very best. A "no" from God is a reminder that He has greater things in store for us, and that our best is not His best.
People give what they need.
-Benedict Smith, I wish I wrote the way I thought
fresh air in familiar lungs
For the first time in a probably 8 years or so, I think I'm starting to live again. I am not just using my autonomy to distract and numb myself, not just trying to let the emotional steam leak out slowly through late-night, music-blaring, speeding around unfamiliar highways. I'm back to the emotional intimacy with myself that I had in high school. I'm still running from things, and still terrified of the feelings. Damp thrush and brambles having their way at my ankles, I've noticed I've again begun to run the race. The emotions are back, and high, and I'm able to tread the water and be present with them. I'm learning about them, managing them, and trying to handle them. The desire to write is back. I am consuming the words of authors at an alarming rate. Better yet, I'm cooking, creating, and writing consistently. I'm in the best shape of my life. 25 isn't so bad, just yet. I'm okay with it.