Anonymous asked: i'm having one of those "blehhh no one will ever love me" days also, and i just want you to know that you're not alone and that (as i keep telling myself over and over) it WILL happen in due time. one of these days someone will surprise you completely because they're falling in love with the real YOU, not just the person you want people to think you are. the butterflies will be worth waiting :) i am praying for you in the meantime!
awwww thank you! this just cheered me up x1000! you’re the best! praying for you too, anon :)
you are the curl at
the end of letters i scribble
you are the emphasis
that i add to the beginning
and end of every sentence
have you ever found yourself
in my writing?
these feelings have
nowhere to go
so they spill onto every page
and they have stained me
with an ink as dark as the places
i have found in search of you
"if Love knocks on your door, let me know"
my aunt begs as I leave.
but i have been outside Love’s door for so long
that i’ve lost count of the number of times
my shaking fingers have rung his bell
and like i’m a nosy neighbor or a salesman,
Love has been hiding his face behind the curtains.
so i put all my hope in the day
that will see me gathering my courage
and walking away from Love’s door
because maybe then he will finally see me
and he’ll decide maybe he wants to know more.
You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,
And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done. — Rudyard Kipling (via feellng)
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)— E. E. CUMMINGS
Look for the ones that don’t catcall…those are the nice ones
well, of course! but the thing is that people don’t let their true colors show in every situation. this guy seemed polite and nice enough when we were in a well-lit area with staff around, but as soon as it was dark and he was surrounded by his friends it got real creepy real fast.
I just moved into my dorm a few days ago so I’d never been to the local cathedral before today, which meant I had no idea that the 10:30 am mass was in Spanish … that was an interesting experience ;)