#faceoflove

[eloveutionposts]

You are 100% OWLsome!

What my Coffee says to me May 8 - drink YOUR life in - celebrate your loving, caring, sharing, talented, peaceful mothering beingness. Seek to OWLways understand and love yourself. Seek your inner love that is your gift to all. Happy #MothersDay to all, masculine or feminine take flight with love in your heart.  Jennifer R. Cook @catsinthebagdesignposts loves creating positive messages and illustrations for your mental health. 

[cornfields-and-lightning-bugs]

face of love by nancy marie davis

[my-comfort-in-the-chaos]

green

I blame you... for taking advantage of me when I just wanted to be loved, to be cared for. I blame you for breaking my heart into a million pieces, never to be heard for again, for never giving me the closure I deserve. I blame you, for all the permanent scars you left in my brain that make me cry at night. I blame you for giving me trust issues and for making me believe that I was truly beautiful. I blame you for making me create a life to fill a void that you created and left. You ruined my thoughts on love.

I blame you for touching me from miles away, for making me know what it was like to be touched in that way. I blame you for making me hate myself. For making me grow a need I never wanted. I blame you for making me cry.

You weren't someone I loved, I know that now. You were just someone I cared for. I still remember your birthday. August 24. I don't even know what you looked like, but you know my face. You haunt me. And every guy after you, you are the one I blame. If I never met you, I would've had a normal life, I'd be normal, just the way I wanted to. Maybe my life would have been different. But I can't daydream about "maybes" now can I?

I remember how you cut your ice cream pint cartons, to share between two people. You're the reason why my favorite color is green. You made me want to reply in a heartbeat, because one second late, and you were gone. I remember how I felt when you told me told me about yourself, I remember being still, and not caring. Because at that moment I wanted you.

I was the fool.

Still am, because I still think about you. And it's been almost 5 years, and I doubt you remember me at all. But that's my problem, because I remember you. IF you ever come across this, I hope you now I don't hate you, and at the end of the day, I don't even blame you. I blame me. Because I was the 14 year old who was hopelessly smitten by the first guy who ever gave her the time of day.

Always x

[yanongmakata]

What Does Love Look Like?

When I was a kid, I always wondered what Love looked like. I asked my brother, "What does Love look like?" And, like a typical hormone-enraged Teenager, he answered, "Love looks like the cover page of dad's magazines hidden under the bed." Apparently, Love has a long hair, bouncy boobs, flat tummy, and long skinny legs. I didn't believe him, because I was supposed to be a girl. So I asked our nanny, "What does Love look like?" She was watching a telenovela when she answered, "Love has tantalizing eyes, a chiselled jaw, and six-pack abs... Oh, those abs!" I didn't believe her either. So, for a long time, through grade school and high school, I looked for what Love really looked like. I didn't find him or her. I didn't even know if I was looking for a him or a her.

Then, college came. My world stopped. I know it's a cliche. But it did. She IS Love! She had drooping sad beautiful eyes, voluptuous red lips, and a magnetic personality. I loved this Love for quite a long time. My world revolved around this Love. My world IS Love. But shit happened and so we parted ways. Then I realized she wasn't really Love. She was the IDEAL love.

What I didn't know, until recently, is that Love wears braces because her teeth are so small and are far apart. She has big round eyes, bushy eyebrows, a not-so-large-nose, and voluptuous lips. My god, those lips! Love gets angry when you tickle her. She cries when you wake her up. Love likes going to beaches. She’s absolutely addicted to thrift stores. She loves spicy food. Love's touches make my heart somersault inside my chest. Love's hugs calm my anxiety-induced palpitations. Her voice soothes the loud negative voices inside my head. Heck! Her presence calms the nervous wreck that I am! I didn't know Love was her. I didn't even know Love would fall in love with someone else no matter how hard I tried.

But, maybe Love was here all along. Maybe Love was the small girl asking her brother and nanny what Love looked like. Maybe she was the person who fell head over heels in love with the perfect college girl. Maybe she was the anxious person who thought she needed someone else to calm herself. Maybe Love wore glasses most of time. Maybe Love was a writer writing letters, poems, and stories for everyone but herself.  Maybe I was Love all along. Maybe I have to learn how to love myself first to become Love. Maybe I have to accept that I am Love too to be loved by Love back.

[ellenbrennemanstudio]

Our newly adopted 8 year old golden girl - meet Marley 😊 Found wandering the streets and till #GRRACE took her in. Our home is her last. This is the face of resilience. ❤️ #goldens #goldenretriever #goldensofinstagram #rescuedog #adoptaseniordog #faceoflove #resilience

[blessedbegodforever]

The Face of LOVE

The face that stares at me Everyday and every night Was the face covered with horror, A face covered with blood. The face that takes compassion on me Every second it looks at me Was the face that was maligned, A face filled with spit and dirt and mud. The face that loves me From day to day to forever Was the face mocked and insulted, A face disfigured by hatred. Ah! The face of love! Deformed for the love of me. How is it that You permit Beauty everlasting be in the pit? Let these words console Your loneliness, Your sorrows; Let these lines heal Your bruises, Your hurts; Let these love fill the love You gave That attractiveness of Yours be shown And glory be Yours radiant in fame! Your face, O Lord Is the face of Love! The Holy Face of Jesus, be our love!