I feel like sometimes, when people disagree, it’s so much more than it needs to be. What I mean is this: I think if we all took a second to step back and remember that everyone is just trying to find their way, perhaps we wouldn’t get so angry at each other all the time? Like, if someone holds a belief that I absolutely can’t get down with, I try to tell myself that this is their path right now. Maybe I’m in the right, maybe they are in the right, but does that really matter? I mean really, truly, deeply matter? Of course we all feel like we are in the right - it’s a part of human nature. But I have seen such words of hatred over simple disagreements, and I so wish we could just peacefully live with one another and support each other as we all continue to grow and change.

My mother says my hair looks more beautiful every day. I hate it. I miss my short hair. My long hair is wild, unkempt, and makes me look heavy. Not to mention I have no idea how to do anything other than a ponytail. And Robert likes it better this way. Sigh. I promised myself I’d grow it long enough to donate it. I just hate it, though. It does not make me feel beautiful.

Look what was waiting at the library for me. :)

I have the most vague rant to project onto the Internet

mmmmilk:

I’m messy and selfish, but I know what I want and the general direction I want my life to go in. I have no plans, just goals, living day by day crossing things off my list of things to do in life. I have a wild heart, an organized mind, and when I pay close attention to my conscious I come across…

godofthedark-mischieflord:

timelady-of-221b:

joeeatspeople:

yesidolikecoatsbigtime:

Types of people who romanticize small town life:

  1. People who didn’t grow up in small towns

#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST

#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS

#ARE THOSE FIREWORKS OR GUNSHOTS?#EITHER WAY ITS PROBABLY SOMETHING ILLEGAL

Funny story: for my last two years of high school I attended an arts high school three and a half hours away from my own very small town. My mom got pregnant and had a baby at 40, and THE WHOLE TOWN was convinced my mom was covering for me and that it was actually my child. Ahahahahahaha.

(Source: thatssoproblematic, via weepycreep)

So the child I’m growing has already started to suck the memory from me. I forgot to pack jeans for Robert for tomorrow. He might’ve been crabby about it.

Don’t mistreat my friends.

dONT MISTREAT my friENDS

d o n o t m i s t r e a t m y f r i e n d s

!!!!!!!!!!!

“How beautiful, then, the marriage of two Christians, two who are one in hope, one in desire, one in the way of life they follow, one in the religion they practice. They are as brother and sister, both servants of the same Master. Nothing divides them, either in flesh or in spirit. They are, in very truth, two in one flesh; and where there is but one flesh there is also but one spirit. They pray together, they worship together, they fast together; instructing one another, encouraging one another, strengthening one another. Side by side they visit God’s church and partake of God’s Banquet; side by side they face difficulties and persecution, share their consolations. They have no secrets from one another; they never shun each other’s company; they never bring sorrow to each other’s hearts. Unembarrassed they visit the sick and assist the needy. They give alms without anxiety; they attend the Sacrifice without difficulty; they perform their daily exercises of piety without hindrance. They need not be furtive about making the Sign of the Cross, nor timorous in greeting the brethren, nor silent in asking a blessing of God. Psalms and hymns they sing to one another, striving to see which one of them will chant more beautifully the praises of their Lord. Hearing and seeing this, Christ rejoices. To such as these He gives His peace. Where there are two together, there also He is present; and where He is, there evil is not.”

—   Tertullian, in a letter to his wife (via yarabirham)

(Source: thepoorinspirit-extras, via yarabirham)

in-my-mouth:

Italian Easter Bread