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I told my dad this and he was all, “Whaaaat? That’s crazy!” No it’s not, that’s my entire life, dammit!


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I told my dad this and he was all, “Whaaaat? That’s crazy!” No it’s not, that’s my entire life, dammit!

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break me 

break my habits and my pride 

and then crumble away the shells that form

around my soft, tacky heart 

from exposure to the cold, drying wind 

kiss the fresh skin underneath 

and remind me 

of who I wanted to become 

remind me I have the power 

and the strength

and the fierce courage 

to reshape 

and reform 

and revive. 

but first break me 

break my stubbornness 

and my inertia 

break my pessimism

and break me free 

break me 




first song I hear on the radio today… 

How many are your works, O Lord!

In wisdom you made them all;

the earth is full of your creatures.

There is the sea, vast and spacious,

teeming with creatures beyond number-

living things both large and small.

There the ships go to and fro, 

and the leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.

These all look to you

to give them their food at the proper time.

When you give it to them, they gather it up; 

when you open your hand, 

they are satisfied with good things.

When you hide your face,

they are terrified;

when you take away their breath,

they die and return to the dust. 

When you send your Spirit,

they are created, 

and you renew the face of the earth.

Pslam 104:24-30



will you, one day

wake up next to someone new 

and promise them 

in complete sincerity

the same things you promised me

without the slightest recollection 

that you’ve uttered the words before 

I love you

always 

always

or is sincerity enough to make it true 

is strength of emotions enough to keep. 




"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength."

― Corrie Ten Boom, Clippings from My Notebook (via justbesplendid)


"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."

― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via justbesplendid)

 6/25/12

I like weaknesses. I’m attracted to them, dangerously so. I like weaknesses because it shows a side of humanity that humanity itself never voluntarily wants to show and yet is what characterizes it. Weakness is what makes us unique as a collective entity. Perhaps my thinking this is rather dangerous and naive, for in reality it is what made me fall so completely for M; his weaknesses attracted me and my weaknesses allowed me to fall despite whatever warning signs may have been blaring at me. I swear at the time I thought I saw more. Weakness. But in all sincere truth, I like weaknesses not only because it makes us human and more relatable, but because in our weakness we are needy. We need each other and we need God. My mistake perhaps is this: I feel I need so desperately yet do not feel needed such that I fear my need and my need becomes to be needed. And in being presented with someone’s weaknesses I food myself into believing I am needed and that I am free to need guiltlessly. Somewhere in that train of thought there must be something that’s twisted because it fails me time and time again. But I do have needs, needs that stem fro my humanity and surely this must be true for others as well? Why then is it so hard to need each other? 





her memory fades the moment I leave her side

She forgets the vibrations of my voice 

the color of my eyes

the rise of my nose 

and the tips of my fingers

But she recalls feeling the leaps of her heart at my words

the spins in her stomach at my touch 

and that’s enough

for me to reacquaint her skin to me 

for recognition to spark immediately

each time she returns to me

she can forget everything else

as long as she remembers my love 







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