Changes are being made.

Our Bible is real, our humanity is flawed, and our hearts are forgiven. Every time I think about that, it sets me on fire. I love this world for every imperfection the enemy tries to place in it and for ever ounce of hope shown through it.

Randomness.

I miss my hamster. His name was Honey.

I didn't write this, I found it. 

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

This, is beautiful.

Wagon Wheel

Lyrics | Old Crow Medicine Show lyrics - Wagon Wheel lyrics

“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul (Psalm 143:8).” 

In the quiet and stillness of the morning I discovered that letting yourself jump into a pool of discomfort can be a catastrophe.  A whirlwind of pain, and hurt comes flashing by and you have to decide whether or not you want to say hi to it. But then, something miraculous happens and you walk onto the narrow road that leads you into peace and perfect serenity. Sitting on my front porch, I watched the cottontails search for danger, and heard the wind come out to play. The stars danced among each other while they fell for someones wish. The chimes rattled against each other to create perfect harmony in the darkness of 2:30am. The dead leaves of winter flinched when the playful wind nudged them. I looked into the sky and when the clouds passed over my head to reveal the beautiful moonlight I heard God whisper into my ear, He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. That whirlwind of pain passed, and the hurt--well I said goodbye to it. 

Ashton

I love what you are, and what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength that carries you through. I've seen the best of you. I've seen the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. And I love you. Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,

so love the people who treat you right and forget the ones that don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Ya know, we hold onto things for so long because we’re scared something so great won’t happen twice.Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what's not-won't. Love is worth fighting for but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight, until you can't anymore, and then be fought for. 

Whenever that guy comes, that feels right, quit cheating yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you, quit cheating him out of what he's wanted for so long, and just fall. Fall hard, fall long, and fall forever.

 

Mariah

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to ...admit it openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

-Sigmund Freud

I think it's time for you to let go of the past. It has hurt you way too much. Just let the memories fade.
It's time to leave everything behind. I need you to know that when you let go of the hurt and pain, its going to ache, and I'll be there for you if and when you need a shoulder to cry on. I know that you will be ok, but you have to figure that out for yourself. Its time to stop being scared, and its time to release the fear of the unknown and let your present and future flood into your life. Sometimes, to get what you want you have to take a chance, risk it all , because it's worth it. YOU ARE WORTH IT. Live your life with no chains attached, because there's someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to be open enough to see it and if you're convinced that your not good enough, you're going to have a hard time, letting in someone who thinks you are. I know it'll be a struggle, but it's for the best, trust me. Remember, always follow your heart & everything will be fine. 

Love always, Elizabeth.

It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull.  I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind.  I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while.  Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around.  Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it!  A "bad night" is not always a bad thing.

It seems as though I get more accomplished during the night. At one point of another this sleep schedule of mine is going to come back and bite me. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either. I remain neutral and I choose not to think about it. Except for now. My mind is a big cluster of tangled up wires and I know I have the patience to untangle them, but only at night is when I truly find that peace of mind. I can't go throughout the day without thinking about what I'm going to do with the wee hours of the morning. Most of which is spent drawing, writing, and youtube videos. 

Even though I wouldn't call drawing, writing, and youtube videos productive; I call it my place in my brain where most of my happiness comes from. I hate being alone and those three things, help me cope. 

Life is something that happens when you can't sleep. Or in my case, wish to not sleep.