2. psych2go:


    Have you ever tripped in front of a group of people you were trying to impress? Or maybe you said something which no one else got so they laughed at you for it? Afterwards I bet you felt really embarrassed. You got to feel that horrid feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks or past your…

    (via conclusionofthematter)


  3. twloha:

    How many times can I push it aside?
    Is it time I befriended all the ghosts of all the things that haunt me most?
    So they leave me alone, move on with my life

    We often dodge and ignore things from our pasts without ever truly dealing with them. It is easy to choose the comfortable way of pushing distressing events aside and never reckoning with them—but it is important to wrestle with these things so we can move forward. 

    Id rather forget and not slow down
    Than gather regret for the things I can’t change now.

    I have spent a lot of time in my life worrying about things in my past. At some point, I realized I was wasting my present being wrecked with guilt and regret. I had to let those things go. These lyrics help remind me to focus on what is ahead and not to let my past define my future. “Forget” may be too strong of a term, as I think it is important to be aware of mistakes we have made in order to keep from repeating them. But Id rather “learn” without slowing down. 

    Cause I could spend my life just trying to sift through
    What I could’ve done better, but what good do what-ifs do?

    Self-criticism is often a never-ending cycle. Whatever it is I might be judging myself for, I eventually come back to being critical of myself for being critical of myself. I sometimes catch myself thinking about the way I said something or the way I did something for far longer than the time of the actual event. It would be pretty easy to spend the rest of my life thinking of how I could have done things better or even just differently.

    There are strategic reasons for looking over how we have done things in order to improve on them in the future, but a lot of the “life” things that tend to get replayed in my head are just “what-ifs” that need not be revisited.

    If I become what I can’t accept, resurrect the saint from within the wretch.

    I think it is crucial to be aware that we are all both “saints” and “wretches,” so to speak. I can look back at my past and become quite depressed at both things I have done and things that have been done to me. However, I can also look back and see I have done things well, I have connected with people, and people have greatly influenced my life for the better.

    It matters to me to know that I contain both good and bad, because we all do, and the good can ultimately win out in my life. When working with others, it helps me to keep in mind the duality of mankind; we are all dark and light. For those who currently see mostly dark, please know that light is coming. 

    —Jonathan, TWLOHA Spring 2014 Intern

    (via makingplansdrawingmaps)

  4. artofoverwhelm:

    Amy Lee Scott

    (via katelynshanice)


  5. Short story fun time

    Ok so funny/annoying story time! Last night I come back to my dorm and it’s like 10:15 right? So I get in my room and walk to my desk like normal. I pick up my backpack off the floor and its SOAKING wet! I look down and I’m standing in literally like a pond in the floor of my dorm room. Naturally I’m all like WUUUTTTTT is going on?!?! So I frantically begin picking stuff up off of my floor and it’s all wet under my bed too so a bunch of t-shirts, my extra toilet paper, my storage boxes..all soaking wet. It was such a nice surprise that my sarcasm can’t cover how excited I was about it. 

    Oh also, all the stuff in my backpack (notebooks, pencil case, folders, etc) got wet too… my choir folders with all my billion pieces of music in it got soaked and anyone who deals with music knows how horrifying that is. So I got to spend at least an hour blowdrying scores of songs. This happened at like midnight so my roommate probably hates me but whatevs because she didn’t help me dry stuff AT ALL. Jerk. Bah I won’t even go there. Hopefully I don’t have to pay for my music since they got damaged…Imma throw a fit if I do! 

    So basically I was up until like 12:30 cleaning up a lake in my dorm. Not fun when I had a class at 9am the next morning. But then I woke up and that first class ended up being cancelled. HURRAH!

    Update for today: the puddle has returned… we’ll see what comes about this time.


  6. "You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free."
    —  Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

    (via chelsieautumn)


  7. Don’t mind my ramblings. I just need to get things off my chest and I have no friend to confide in. 

    But don’t worry friends, I’ll be ok. Prayers would be appreciated though. I need more faith that the Lord’s sovereign plan will be made known and that I can and will accept His path for me.


  8. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle this. This is killing me on the inside, and I don’t even know if you can see, or if you’re even paying attention to me to see. 

    Sometimes I think I deserve more, better. But then I think about how good you are too.

    My eyes and heart are clouded and I’m having a hard time seeing.

  10. (Source: cindymayweather, via hnnhtylr)


  12. "Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time."
    — Maya Angelou (via kvtes)

    (Source: disbar, via kvtes)


  13. "You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them."
    — Maya Angelou  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

    (Source: purplebuddhaproject, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)


  14. Losing.

    I finally have a slight idea of what I’m feeling.
    I’m losing myself. I’m losing you.
    Slowly, but surely. 

    I’m not even meaning to, but I don’t even know where I am or what I want. I thought I was so sure of myself and the people surrounding me, but it feels like something big is about to crumble. And I’m not sure if I’m ready. 

    We used to be so strong, so tight. What are we now? A routine? That’s what you called it. I guess I know where you’re coming from, but I like to think that it’s still our life. What’s wrong with a little routine in life’s big mess?

    I don’t know… I just can’t even decide what my thoughts are trying to tell me. They don’t make sense. Or maybe I just don’t want them to. 

    Life is hard, and it’s becoming more difficult to stay positive when I know what’s in the back of your mind. And mine.  It’s hard to pray about and hard to even think about without wanting to throw up. What have we come to? What have I allowed to happen? This is not how it’s supposed to be.

    I do promise you though, I am working as hard as I can to be the best for myself and for you. We’ve got too much in this to let it go.


  15. At the bookstore

    1. heart: yes
    2. bank account: no