n. the kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which…
It might take a year, it might take a day, but when it’s God’s WILL it will always find it’s way.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
He fidgets. Avoids eye contact. Does not touch
my leg with his. Talks quick. Breathes fast.
Looks down often. Looks up often. Says my poems
are diaphanous. Sees me through a different
lens. Does not act upon his impulses. Does not
touch my leg with his.
I drink from his glass. I put myself in his car. I
ration out my smiles. I do not trust him after dark.
I play with my hair. I cross my legs, uncross
my arms. I throw poems at him from afar. I do
not trust him after dark.
High standards + Low expectations = Constant depression
I will be
if you will be
lol why deny evolution when there is so much evidence. c'mon@Anonymous
"Supposing there was no intelligence behind the universe, no creative mind. In that case, no one designed my brain for the purpose of thinking. It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull, for physical or chemical reasons, decide to arrange in a certain way so that I can think. But, if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? It’s like spilling a milk jug and hoping that the way it splashes will create a map of London. But if I can’t trust my own thinking, of course I can’t trust the arguments leading towards atheism. Therefore I have no reason to be an atheist. Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought; so I cannot use though to disbelieve in God"
- C.S Lewis
ps I’m praying for you! ♥
There will always be naysayers & critics in life. When you know that God says “you can,” it doesn’t matter who says “you can’t.”
I have found that although I am small,
although I am fragile and talk soft,
I am more than just a handful.
I am heavy:
with words and thoughts, with lights and darks.
Some have tried to pick me up with both hands.
Some have tucked me under their arms,
some slung me across their backs.