this is beautiful…wow. so beautiful
bear…
go watch the video i posted on my facebook today…the link. hahaha. i was trying to figure out how to post it on here but i couldn’t. it’s just freaking funny.
I wanna hold your hand.
just sayin.
To love at all is to become vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safely in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless space, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
C.S. Lewis
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Day 04 — Your favorite book
I’m going to drink beer and eat things that are bad for me then maybe cry a little bit and hopefully bury these emotions a little deeper.
or a lot deeper.
I hate him. I don’t care what the reason is…I hate him.
I think I don’t hate him.
I was thinking about this as I saw him at church today and wanted to punch him in the face.
I hate myself.
Not entirely…of course…for the most part I don’t hate myself…just when it comes to him.
I hate myself for trusting him…for giving him part of my heart…for thinking he was what i wanted. I hate myself because I was too free to release parts of my heart that should have been kept secret to him. I hate myself because I trusted him and I waited and I thought he wanted me and I prayed and when I finally did so many things I thought that he had won me over…he didn’t want me.
I hate myself because he hurt me and i felt like a worthless prize because some jerk didn’t want me. I hate myself for giving him so much power.
today is a good day. also that IM was probably the highlight of it. :)
