I had this dream last week. Most of what came before and after what I'm about to explain is more or less irrelevant. The moment I wish to speak of took place in my basement. My mother, the enemy character of my dream, and myself were all there. I was being held at knife point by the enemy character of who, for reasons I cannot recall, was pretty ( Read more... )

*writes*

*deletes*

*writes*

*copies to Word*

*deletes*

*writes*

*crafts*

*mumbles*

*deletes*

*combusts*

I don't feel I can put anything here and I know not why nor why I feel compelled to do it in the first place.

http://www.qwantz.com/archive/001104.html

Awesome.

I am beginning to believe that strengths and weaknesses are not at all what they appear.

I am so blissfully happy that it's almost overwhelmingly amazing and it is very difficult for me to imagine God blessing another young woman in the incredible ways He has blessed me.

I have a profound fascination with the wind.

People don't want to be understood.

If someone tries to tell you that they wish they were entirely and clearly understood they are either lying, pretending, or not really thinking about what they're saying.

People want to feel human, connected, related to, liked--yes. But no one wants to be truly understood…unless, of course, the understander of ( Read more... )

HEROIC ( Read more... )

You're not the person you were born.

Who wonderful is?

You're the person you were meant to be.

*snicker, snicker*