Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? It's so bizarre. Imagine someone, out of the blue, thinking of your face. Something happens; they remember you. Your favorite song, how you dress, the way you talk, the look in your eyes when you are happy. They remember that about you, even if you haven't seen each other in years. Everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. You may think you've forgotten, but you haven't.

Everyone can say "I love you" but not everyone means it. So believe it when you feel it, not when you hear it.

Introducing me

I know a lot about a little. i'm a tiny disaster. i'm 5'1" i'm not the prettiest person you'll ever meet, but i try my best to please those who matter. i'm always too determined to make things right and to fix things. i always say sorry first. i'm the girl who's constantly laughing and smiling. i usually care way too much about everything. i'm not perfect and i'm well aware of that. the only thing i'm perfect at is being completely imperfect. i may be shy at first, but once you get to know me, you'd probably wish i'd go back to being shy. laughter is the best medicine, i'm always laughing. even if i fall, hurt myself, or even just meet new people. now and then i can become confusing and difficult, but thats just a habit i've carried on with and i'm sorry for that. any pain i've caused or hurt, i hope that y'all forgive me for it. i waste too much time trying to please others. i never know what i'm talking about and i'm not smart. i'm a lot to handle, honestly. you can love me for who I am, or hate me for who you think I am. but, honestly I'd rather live my life to the fullest than to conduct myself in a certain way to gain approval of others. ive had some really great friends; a lot have left my life but a lot more have come in. i've had to make hard decisions and i've had to make easy ones. i've made mistakes, way too many of them. but i'm getting better at that. i've got big plans for myself in the future. i dont know what i want to do when im older, the only thing i know is that i want to do something helping other people. so I think i'm done here.

Love...love

"Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved."              -Unknown

Dan Brown, Angels and Demons

Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this: when we as a species abandon our trust in a power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faiths … all faiths … are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable. With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth. Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed. The church consists of a brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls wanting only to be a voice of compassion in a world spinning out of control.

Just another story

She wished on shooting stars and stray eyelashes and birthday candles and fairy dust and 11:11. She wanted so much- so very much- to take off and belong in the sky and to the sky, with him and to him. And then, on a dark winter morning, she found a way to at least be able to feel for herself what it would be like to free-fall for miles and miles and not know and not care and not feel anything else other than the fall.

Whispers...

Paint me a palace with the brush of your soul. Draw me gardens with the pencils of your mind. Create impossible spaces, infinite heavens, in a canvas where time does not exist.