January 2010
Dear Life,
If you wanna stop being so boring, I’d be totally cool with it. because right now, you’re boring me to tears. seriously.
i didnt know how to reply so i just reblogged.
karah dear, i know exactly how you feel. freshman year i didn’t know anyone. seriously. no one from my middle school went to my high school. i was alone & reading what you write sounds exactly like how i felt. it was SMAK that made me feel better. & sometimes i still feel exactly like what youre saying. its like “where is everyone? don’t i have friends? & why...
“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s...”
– C.S Lewis
if this is true, then i love the world. each and everyone. & those i’ve said that i don’t love, I love very dearly. Because I meant i don’t care for you in an affectionate way, but I do wish the biggest amount of happiness possible for you. so to the world, I LOVE...
Today was a really reflective day. You ever have those? I think the gloomy rainy days bring it on. They slow you down and make you take a closer glimpse at life. In some ways, its frustrating. I don’t want to look at what I’ve done so far in this life. I don’t want to miss what was in the past. But on rainy days it seems, I allow myself to do that. To think about myself and...
I just found out a book I really liked is being made into a movie. Naturally, I was excited and looked it up on IMDB. Vanessa Hudgens is playing the female lead. What does this mean? MOVIE RUINED. + the guy’s supposed to turn into modern day Beauty & the Beast & he just looks scabby. NOT beastly. FAIL FAIL FAIL.
TRUTH:
tumblr is just a blog with a cool name. srsly.
Perfection in All.
People tend to say that nobody is perfect. I don’t agree. I think that everyone is perfect in their own way. Each person was created in God’s image and He is perfect so how could something He create not also be perfect? Maybe we don’t always see it, but everything does indeed carry perfection inside of them. When I can’t see it, I like to remember that someone else will see...
You Are the Dress.
Once upon a time, I had a favorite dress. It was my favorite dress in the whole wide world. It made special days specialer and blue days brighter. It made me feel like a fairy princess. It made me feel like anything was possible, all was magical, and the world was mine. But one day, I looked at my dress and saw something that saddened me. My dress was worn and faded and no longer protecting me and...
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually...”
– oh sheesh y’all. thats kinda scary.
“I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,...”
– Shel Silverstein “Hug O’ War”
my fave poem ever. (:
