“You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.”—Han (via kiddings)
Give me strength not to be an asshole.
Help me hold my tongue with your big and invisible thumbs.
Let the anger in my heart not fall out of my mouth to splatter on the faces of those who won’t shut up, who never text me back, who miss the trashcan by two inches and don’t pick up their paper towels.
I am liability in these scenarios as I am rash and I love to hate people in my head.
I speak fluently in passive aggression, Lord. And You know that because sometimes, I don’t talk to You for weeks.
The oak in my eye is not a little sprout or a sprig; it is rooted and wide. Give me a fork lift. Make me step away from my spiritual sibling’s with my microscope.
I AM SORRY I MADE THEIR OCULAR SAWDUST A BIGGER DEAL THAN IT WAS.
Assist me in not strangling my sisters. Protect my brothers from anything I might try to bounce off their brain cages.
And give me grace in pails and then let me pour it on others and then drench myself by the holy bucketful.
Help me as I am helpless to do it myself.
I hate it when you used to talk to someone alot and get really close, then for some reason or another you guys stop talking and just grow apart. Then months later you try talking to that person and it just doesn’t work. The conversation just dies and you can’t really talk much anymore, and it feels like you don’t have the friendship you once had. Only the memories.
“When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art.’ I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing.”—George Orwell
“Now, John, I don’t know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible; and there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to follow.”—Mrs Bird in Uncle Toms Cabin…
“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.”—
“Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.”—To new dreams and ambitions.The sky cant be my limit
“Have you ever fallen in love with a song and put it on repeat for 8 days straight and literally bathed in it and memorized every word and breath and drum beat and guitar string and just married it because wow perfect and then overplayed it and got bored of it but still had a special place in your heart for it? I have”—Currently this must be So alive by sage feat Octopizzo,I cant even have a decent conversation…….waiting for the bored part to arrive