“I think of happy when I think of you
so wherever you are I hope you’re happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.”—Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Photograph” (via thegeekyblonde)
1. Write letters to the people you love. Don’t seal them; don’t send them. Instead, stick them between the pages of library books.
2. Eat raspberries off your fingertips.
3. Venture outside and observe natural life. Watch a honey bee suck the nectar from lavender plants. Watch a snail slowly make its way towards the shade of a tree. Watch a hummingbird innocently fly above your head. Realize how insignificant you are.
4. Smile at strangers; say hello. It will improve their day and your own.
5. Write lists. They can be about anything.
6. Read several pages of the dictionary. Learn new words. Write down the ones you wish to remember.
7. Never feel compelled to apologize when you don’t feel sorry. It’s okay that you’re honest. It’s okay that you have a different opinion from someone else.
8. Read books and watch movies from your childhood. A healthy dose of nostalgia is okay. Immerse yourself in your past innocence.
9. Walk to a park and get on a swing. Go as high as you can; feel limitless. The world is yours.
10. Eat if you’re hungry. Food is not the enemy. You are a human and need food to survive. You deserve to eat. Put those raspberries on your fingers and sprinkle sugar on your tongue. Taste the summer breeze and sweet aroma of jasmine flowers.
11. Don’t marinate in your sadness. You are not a steak. You are a person; you’re irreplaceable. Open yourself up to contentment. Bathe in the rivers of Glee. Go for hikes with Satisfaction. Sleep in a warm cocoon of blankets with Bliss. Let endless happiness overcome your hopeless sadness. You deserve to be happy. If life is a game and you are the referee, be biased for once and let happiness win.
“This is the God who beckons storm clouds and they come. This is the God who says to the wind and the rain, ‘you blow there. You fall there.’ And they obey immediately. This is the God who says to the mountains, ‘you stop here. Seas, you stop there.’ And they obey! Everything in all creation responds in obedience to the Creator until you get to men and women, and we have the audacity to look this God in the face and say, ‘no.’ We have all turned away from God and to ourselves. And this is the essence of sin: self.”—David Platt (via seasickwithoutwater)
I’ve often seen people share that quote, something like “getting married at 22 is kind of like leaving a party at 9:30.” This does not offend me. I agree. I left with the hottest and funnest person at the party and we picked up a pizza on the way home and are snuggled up watching Mad Men together, and everyone else is still at the party getting super wasted and barfing on themselves and making regrettable decisions.
I hated writing this, but it forced itself out of me. This might be the most honest thing I’ll ever say. If you have no interest in reading my thoughts, at least skip to the section in bold it’s all I really want everyone else to understand.
I tried on wedding dresses for the first time ever today and I was expecting some magical fairy-like feeling of beauty and splendor but instead I just felt like a little girl playing dress up and drowning in an unnecessary amount of white lace and silk and satin and I felt so small and awkward and I just want that feeling to go away.
“My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home
and it’s beautiful.
They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a
grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today.
And I think my mother understands tonight that he is
coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty
than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here.
But somehow their fingers threaded together
and the cool pavement after the rain
is enough tonight.
And tonight is sad, but it is also good.
You’re miles away, but you love me,
but one day it will be late on a quiet day,
and I’ll weave my hand through yours
while you drive
and the mere outline of your frame in the
cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile
and wonder how I got here,
and wonder how I got to be with you.
We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six,
but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired
of holding your hand.”—
“I cling to Jesus with every fiber of my being because He is unfailing, He is absolute, He is steadfast and His grace is deeper and wider than my imagination can even fathom. In Him and Him alone is where I’ve discovered a hope more bright and beautiful than words can possibly describe.”—Adam Young (via hopefisch)
“They always show the guys shouting “Death to America!!” Just once I wish the media would show us, I don’t know, baking a cookie. I’ve been to Iran, we have cookies, I swear. Just once, I want the media to be like, “Okay, we’re going to go to Mohammed in Iran” and then a guy would appear like “Hello, I’m Mohammed… and I’m just baking a cookie.”—Maz Jobrani, an Iranian-American, on the way Middle Easterners are depicted in mainstream media. (via ellesugars)
"How long, my Lord, how long to sing this song? And Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong? She’ll stand before Your throne, dressed in beauty not her own, all soft and small You’ll hear her call ‘You brought me here, now take me home’"
“You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.”—For Women Who Are Difficult to Love, Warsan Shire (via thewastedgeneration)
All I have is pictures but that’s enough to tell- You look so happy; happier than I ever thought you could be. The kind of happy that drives out all of that darkness that used to haunt your brilliant mind. The kind of happy that curls up inside of your heart like a kitten, digs a hole and sits for a while. The kind of happy that stays.
Knowing that makes my heart so happy, but since I can’t speak to you for some mysterious reason, I will just write it here.