Hate is an easy emotion but love, love is rewarding
Loving Gods design
I won’t try and change myself anymore, adjust to what everyone else thinks I should be. I’ll continue to make mistakes and grow from them, I’ll over think and be MY harshest critique. I’ll sing songs loudly and out of tune, dance to the music in my head. Laugh and cry, get angry and down right pissed off, I’ll hold grudges and forgive, love and allow myself to be loved in return. I’ll mourn lost love and cherish friendships. Be spontaneous, be outspoken, be informed, write whatever the hell I want to and most of all I’ll relentlessly and unapologetically be ME.
I agree completely
(via joshuabrandonbennett)
“One half of knowing what you want, is knowing what you must give up before you get it” - Sidney Howard
Queer Girl's Ink - Jordan: Flowers for Ann ~ Shaloma Campbell (Submission Day 5: 30/30 challenge)
I never got the chance to see her grow up but I felt her grow
I imagine that her eyes were the color of coal right before they hit fire
Dark like a moonless night
Did she cry when she came out?
Was the world too cold a place for her to grow?
Or could it be that it wasn’t large enough?
(Source: queerink)
“The devil want me as is, but God, he want more” - The Roots
Its The Row
Today is The Strivers Row anniversary, I first came upon this group while trying to pass a boring Friday night. Fast forward to a few months later and I attended their show “The Classics” In short I’ve never been so moved before, I stood the entire time ( and not just because it was a packed venue) They inspire me and challenge me to be honest and raw. I want to be a better writer and a better person the way each and every member of The Row is.
Congratulations and may the Lord continue to bless you with grace and His everlasting mercies!!
I know I never say it much or at all for that matter but you are everything that the Lord’s love is made of.
Lazarus
Love died last night and I cried myself to sleep
Laid in the wet pillows, stained with every hope and dream that we created together.
Let the waves of misery consume me and when I felt myself drowning - I panicked.
Grasped at the final goodbye
held on to the color of your eyes
praying that they’d draw me in and cocoon me in their warm chocolate depts
wash me ashore the white sands of your smile
Your laugh anchoring me, keeping me grounded.
Love died last night and I think I’m going crazy because I could have sworn I heard it’s heartbeat
Felt the heat of it’s breathe whisper your name on my soul
glimpse the tender sparkle of your hello
Taste the scent of you on my tounge
Felt the timber of your disire
saw your eyes aflame with the image of my heart shining back at me
Every caress a perfect sympony, playing the lone melody of our heartbeat
Love died last night, but you, you resurrected love with your voice
called out to her, reaching beyond the dark hollowness of her sleep
Broke down her walls with promises to rebuild stronger
Held her hand with your friendship
learned her heart before seeking the treasures of her body
Went on journies to her mind, a sacred pilgrimage restoring HER faith
Consoled her tears with the napkin of your understanding
gave the breath of life to a once dead heart
Homecoming Weekend
I had an amazing weekend with these girls!! Need a repeat in the near future
