I don’t think it’s possible for this day to get any worse

Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.

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This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.

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Needed this tonight.

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Do you sing? What color are your eyes? What do stars taste like? How quiet was it before you made us? I just want to get to know you better. This can be like a speed-dating round, you know, except I’ll do all the talking, I guess. I’m eating Wendy’s right now and sitting in a parking lot. I just figured, if I was gonna talk to myself, I’d talk to you, too. Are you lonely? I know there are over six billion of us to talk to, but are you lonely? I listen for you, sometimes, to see if you’re asking for anyone, but I can’t hear anything. Maybe you’re just not talking to me. That’s okay.
I have some theories about your son. I wonder where he is, and why he hasn’t come back. My first theory is because you still haven’t forgiven yourself for what happened to him, so you’ve devoted your eternity to tending to his wounds. That’s beautiful, if so. I hope you two are happy. My second theory, is that he’s been here all along, in different bodies and different parts of the world. Maybe he’s got a garden in London somewhere, and he doesn’t have a lot of friends, except for a few, who notice the pure white light in his eyes, but shrug it off and blame it on the sun. Sometimes, I wonder if I’ve met him by accident. Maybe I brushed past him on the bus, or pressed my hand into his back while trying to squeeze through a crowd. I don’t think so, though. I think I would have felt that kind of heaven in my hands. I think I would have noticed.
Are you scared of us? Are you ashamed? I’m not accusing, I’m just curious. Did you plan for this? I mean, some of us are terrible. Some of us are just wicked to the core, and I don’t understand how you can love them like you love everyone. I think about how your son turned his cheek for angry hands, and I can’t imagine. I am shaking with rage at the thought of letting someone do that to me. Forgiveness is powerful, I know that, but so is smashing things and setting people straight. I’m just so angry, sometimes. I don’t know what to do with the hate, because it tastes so bad, but it burns if I spit it out. Do you feel anger? You must. I mean, you have to. There are so many of us who have destroyed you, used you, manipulated you, forged your face and worn your clothes. What do you do with it? Lightning? Are you the thunder? I guess it isn’t angels bowling, but wouldn’t that be cool. My memories of you smell like old wood and the smoke from candles. I looked for you in church on Sundays, and briefly wondered if that was your light in the stained glass windows. Can I be honest? I only believe in you sometimes. One time, I was on the verge of a panic attack and crying into my pillow, so I started talking (praying) to you. I don’t remember what I said, but when I was finished, the bees left my stomach, and I felt clean. I fell asleep sighing. I believed in you then, I really did. I could almost feel you.
Some days, you’re all I look for. Some days, I can’t conjure your name for the life of me. Please don’t be mad, I’m just being honest.
I think I miss you. I think people have ruined you. I think I’m a little afraid of you. I think you’ll forgive me.

Conversations With God, pt. I | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

Oh my God. I swear, this is worship. This is how to do it. This is human and holy and beautiful. Crying.

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Oh my goodness. This is raw honesty and there is so much beauty in these words. 

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If I’m to ever to have a daughter:

If I ever have a daughter,
I will have my hands full

Because braiding hair accented with pink barrettes can be quite the challenge
But I will be prepared for the challenges far more complex than trying to find missing Hollister jeans on Monday mornings

If I ever have a daughter,
I will teach her to be courageous.

Because I will watch her climb
on that yellow school bus
with a butterfly backpack to match the ones in her stomach
And I will reward her for conquering her first-day-fears

If I ever have a daughter
I will teach her about happiness

Because I will also watch her come off that same yellow school bus in tears
And if for some reason someone were to show her what hate is —
I will to show her how lucky she is that she’s not them

If I ever have a daughter,
I will teach her to be independent

Because she will someday become too familiar with the feeling of
Sitting alone at lunch
But she’ll know that being by herself
Is much better than engaging in toxic friendships

If I ever have a daughter
I will teach her to be confident

Because if she wants to wear blue eyeshadow and sing out of tune
Or wear 7 inch heels
There wouldn’t be a doubt in my mind she won’t
because she will be fearless enough to

And if I ever have a daughter
I will never make negative comments about my own body image

Because I don’t want to see her to start counting calories and
habitually weighing herself
Somehow thinking that
that number connects to the value of her worth

If I ever have a daughter I will try to protect her
But I will also teach her to defend herself

Because there will be many frogs she’ll kiss
And when that cute boy puts his hand on her inner thigh when she doesn’t want him to
She’ll know exactly where to put her fist

If I ever have a daughter
I will also teach her about heartbreak

Because there will come a time where she is on her bed crying and I will tell her that it feels like it’s the end of the world
And I’ll hold her tight to make sure she knows what real love feels like

And if I ever have a daughter
I will teach her that it’s okay to make mistakes

If she falls on the sidewalk and rips her dress
she’ll be able to laugh at herself
and if she does something wrong she’ll learn to forgive herself

If I ever have a daughter,
I will trust her

I will let her sleepover her best friends house knowing she won’t sneak out to go to that party
And I will allow her to change her major from law to art because she know more about herself than I do

And if I ever have a daughter,
I will try to be the best mother I can be

Because she’ll need someone to look up to,
Someone to learn from
And if she’s ever to have a daughter
I hope she teaches these same things that my mother taught me

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Slowly but surely, God is teaching me to be content with the circumstances and find peace in the waiting.

scorpiah:

Isnt it amazing how beautiful people are. Like just look at anyone and study them and their features and how their lips tort and eyes glisten and how their hair falls or sticks or lays. How their eyebrows flex and the way their arms fold, how expressive their hands are. The way their body moves and how their chest rises and falls so subtley with their pulse. People are beautiful even if we dont find them attractive. The fact that they’re a living being is unbelievably magnificent.

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I always try to remember
I am a vessel. It is God
who fills me. It is God’s
light I share. It is God’s
water that flows. It is God.
I am but a vessel.

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skyscraperdaydreams:

Adventure with me dear.

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