My very own GMH story...
My good friend’s older sister was hospitalized a number of months ago due to a hemorrhage in her brain. The doctor’s found a brain tumor, but were able to remove 85% of it. Unfortunately, within a week, the tumor had already begun to grow back. Now, due to an extensive barrage of chemotherapy treatments, my friend’s older sister’s left side of her body is almost completely...
Alvie: I didn't know there was a section in the brain just for hope.
House: It's very, very tiny.
It struck him that the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its...– George Orwell, 1984
Fact: sleeplessness takes forever to write.
Especially when taking notes for hours on books your reading for English.
Be transformed by the renewing of the mind.– Romans 12:2
I am flawed.
I bite my nails I tend to babble. My hair is FILLED with splint ends I have an extremely difficult time expressing myself to people I actually care about I am not a twig; my hips will not be found on the runway and my thighs have actual muscle on them I am ridiculously forgetful I have more bruises and scars on my legs than I can count, which make them look slightly disgusting Sometimes...
givesmehope: My parents have been married for 35 years. The other day my mom told me that when my dad calls her up at work to see if she wants to grab a cup of coffee, she still gets butterflies in her stomach. Their everlasting love GMH.
THIS IS ME... (Spongebob Style)
creampuff:bittersweetcascade: This is me when I’m BORED. When I’m HUNGRY. When you talked to me. When you DIDN’T talk to me. When I saw something that HURTS. When I didn’t get our Math lesson. When I’m procrastinating. When you broke my heart. When you told me something that wasn’t good to hear. When you lied to me. When I’m REALLY excited. When you told me I LOVE YOU. When someone...
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the...– Unknown
Today: I'm sad... And I don't know why.
Sue: There's only one person in the world who can tell you what you are...
Sue: No, me. Sue Sylvester.
The Reasons Small Towns Suck #1
If you grow up in one place, and you stay there for long enough, people stop seeing you. They notice you through the halls, at the fairs, by the fields, driving by… But they don’t see you. By the time you’ve reached high school, you’re nothing more than your first and last name-probably paired with some undeserved image. They stop seeing you for what you are at the present moment. They hold on to...
We are made of love and all the beauty stemming from it. We are made of love and...– Sleeping At Last
Bought a bug bracelet Played soccer on the beach with a tangerine Squished a sandy pineapple between my toes Played with seaweed like I did when I was 6 Ate homemade nachos Took a late-night swim Wished I had money Realized that material possessions are are trivial at best, so I should stop wishing I had money Was finally given a house-key Was really happy when I realized that key...
I want to write letters.
stephenbeadles: asmallhope: And, inspired by Stephen Beadles not-so-recent post, I’ve decided to do so. So, as Stephen said, anyone who’s “not a rapist” want to send me a letter? Inboxes are beginning to bore me; I miss the days of pen and paper…. Woo hoo! Go letters. Send me one!…wait. first, are YOU a rapist? If not then awesome. Yayy! And no, last time I checked, my insanity does not...
indescribably asked: Thank you for quoting me! That made me smile so huge! You're such a sweetheart, Allana. Hope your day is going splendidly.
I judge a boy’s character by how nice he is to the girl everybody finds...– Indescribably aka Kelsey
Day 14: A Song That No One Would Expect You To...
In track and soccer:
Suffering and pain=joy and success. …I need to find a way to translate that onto life.
Day 13: A Song That Is A Guilty Pleasure In My...
Day 12: A Song From A Band You Hate Disloyal...
Two Dyslexics sitting in a tree
andrewshark:loudine-babayy:hearttothesky:followmeunder:leekenyon: K S I S N I G
We are simply human beings, enfolded in weakness and in hope, called together to...– Jean Vanier