Mitch Albom, Have A Little Faith

“A man seeks employment on a farm. He hands his letter of recommendation to his new employer. It reads simply, `He sleeps in a storm.’

The owner is desperate for help, so he hires the man.

Several week pass, and suddenly, in the middle of the night, a powerful storm rips through the valley.

Awakened by the swirling rain and howling wind, the owner leaps out of bed. He calls for his new hired hand, but the man is sleeping soundly.

So he dashes off to the barn. He sees, to his amazement, that the animals are secure with plenty of feed. He runs out to the field. He sees the bales of wheat have been bound and are wrapped in tarpaulins. He races to the silo. The doors are latched, and the grain is dry.

And then he understands. `He sleeps in a storm.’

My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our [beliefs], our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of `I could have, I should have.’ We can sleep in a storm.

And when it’s time, our good-byes will be complete.”

The Last Time

I’m not afraid of this being the last relationship I ever have. I’m not afraid of not having another first date. I’m not afraid of spending the rest of my time with only this person by my side. I’m not afraid because that’s the point, that’s the reason we flirt, we date, and we enter relationships, we hope that one of them turns out to be the real deal. We don’t enter a relationship and express our emotions with the thought that it will end soon. However, there is something that terrifies me.

I’m afraid that I will give up something great, something that means the world to me, in order to keep this going. I will base the important decisions coming up in my life on this one relationship and 5 or so years from now it will end. I will be left with lost opportunities and the question of “was it worth it? was the 2 years gained worth all you lost?” and I’m terrified the answer will be no.

Thinking about all aspects of my life I can say it is only at home, ironically, that I feel limited. It is only with family that the word “can’t” has any validity. Only can my mother or brother tell me it’s not right, it’s not allowed, and a part of me will agree with them. I think about my family and I know for certain that a part of my life will surely be dedicated to taking care of them, which is OK if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d have no say in the extent of my services.

Having realized that, I set it in my mind that no other aspect of my life would limit me or bring me down, and that includes romantic relationships. When I was applying to colleges I was in my first real meaningful relationship but I had no intention of arranging my college dreams around us. I applied to where ever I wanted to go knowing whatever happened to us was secondary. And now this situation comes up again but in a much more general sense.

How much can I ask of someone? What am I willing to sacrifice? What is my last deal breaker?

Ruminations

This is what happens when I’m completely honest with myself and let my true thoughts run wild in my mind without filters…a reckless train of thought bound to hurt someone.
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Sometimes it isn’t that we aren’t interested it’s we don’t know.

I’m so damn stupid, took two years to realize this crap….

So busy afraid he will leave you that you end up putting up with all his crap then a few months or years down the line you wonder how things got so bad.

Capturing all these one liners and hoping they fit together and become a beautiful story, or a heart wrenching one.

I’m emotionally cheating.

His eyes get me every time, I feel as though if I look into them long enough I can figure him out, I can discover his deepest darkest secret.

Sorry I didn’t notice when it mattered. Sorry I realized things all too late. But things turned out all right. One missed fling isn’t something to dwell on right? You have something much more valuable. Sorry I made you think I was silly.

Every time I do something reckless for the sake of rebellion I miss out on something. It really isn’t worth it. But then again it’s so hard being classy all the time. Eventually you start feeling like a prude.

When you’re writing and thinking about something you did and didn’t realize you were doing that turned out horribly wrong, and you tell yourself you’ll never do it again and don’t realize that as you’re telling yourself and contemplating, you’re doing the very thing you told yourself you were going to stop doing. It’s a sick cycle.

You don’t know who else is winning her over by being genuine…so stop being coy.

The man with the rings, sounds like the beginning of a good story.

Self sabotage is always a legit reason to mourn.

Did you know that there are more stars in the sky 
than grains of sand on the entire planet 
and that I would give you either one if you merely asked. 
Build the night from the sky’s skin, like the rind of an orange; 
or ask God if I could borrow the breeze for just a moment 
and blow the shoreline of every beach 
into a giant hour glass made just for us 
and say, “this is how long I will adore the things about you that no one else even notices…

mybodyneedschangeandineedcash:

connoririshwright:

soloontherocks:

theskypilot:

jayskalo:

loose-skinnyjeans:

strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:

thischick25:

This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…

men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.

THE NOTES ON THIS

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because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on

WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

HOW THE FUCK COULD WE POSSIBLY SHOP WITHOUT TRYING EVERYTHING ON, NUMBERS DO NOT OPERATE NORMALLY IN THE WOMENS SECTION OF THE STORE

This is blows my mind and is so strange to me.

Like, men’s pants are sized by inches. Inches do not change at each store. An inch is an inch no matter where you go. However, women’s pants aren’t sized that way so they’re NEVER the same. I *usually* wear a size 20. However, I have some size 20 jeans I can barley pull up over my knees and some that are ‘the same size’ that fall to my ankles if I don’t hold them up all day! AND THEY’RE FROM THE SAME FREAKING STORE. 

Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her by the arm you need to know the trigger that you are pulling at. You need to know that the safety is never on. You need to know her history before you tell me that this isn’t my business. You need to know that her history is my history.

See, she and I, we come from the tribe of raw knuckled little girls who call our father by their first names and wear their mothers like bruise coloured war paint under eye. We grew thick skin before we grew permanent teeth. We learned to piece together our own families in the backyards of rented duplexes where we promised plastic faced babies better things in soothing tones that we mimicked from TV. We do not have daddy issues even though our daddy’s have issues. We have piercing eyes and promises to keep. We grew up to be nomads surveying domestic war zones with black eyeliner binoculars, always refusing to camouflage. We threw our heads back and laughed at oncoming explosions, never flinched, absorbing shrapnel, never let them see us cry.

We do not dream of boys who will save us from towers. We dream of boys with courage caked under their fingernails. Boys with hands rough enough to wipe metal tears from our faces but warm enough to mold them into stars. Boys with vertebrae strong enough to lock with ours so they can sleep sitting back to back with us and keep watch. And these are the boys, these are the boys who will find love under our armor. These are the boys who will find that we love selectively but we love fiercely. These are the boys who will learn that we love in ways that leave claw marks down the baseboard before we ever let go.

So do not think she doesn’t know how you fear her absence - you should. Your cage is not stronger than her will or her smile. Do not think you are good enough to tame her. You aren’t. And do not think you are the first to try because i have already closed your eyes and crossed your arms before your body hit the floor. And you think she deserves better than you. You are right. So be better than you.

Be thankful that she knows your name and be careful never to forget hers.

Rachel Wiley  (via false-evections)

I'm First

Certainly there are issues I advocate for. There are political events I follow and comment on. There are problems the world faces on a daily basis that I’d like to alleviate if not eradicate entirely. Yet, my main priority in life has often been solving my own problems. Those I face on a continual basis, and those that occur within my family. I don’t see how I can focus on the larger issues if my personal life is hanging by a thread. I can’t focus on fighting world hunger if there are demons trying to bring me down every step of the way.

There is one thing I’ve been searching for and that’s inner peace. And while I’ll do my very best to fight the issues I feel strongly about, I don’t think I’ll be able to put in 150% until I’ve faced my own problems and accepted my own flaws. It would be a disservice to do otherwise.

Love

My writing is usually based on strong negative emotions. I hardly ever write about the happy times, mainly because I rather be engulfed by them, instead of dissect them. If I’m happy I want that feeling to fill me up inside, I want to remember it, I want cherish it. With that said, I’d like to point out how incredibly blessed I feel. Despite all the negativity surrounding me, God has blessed me with someone who soothes all my pains, whether physical or emotional. Someone who makes me happy in a way words really can’t capture. I’m not sure how long this person is meant to be in my life. But whether its a few months or a lifetime, I want to make sure I enjoy every moment of it.

Life is good.

The Chase

During the chase he’s willing to give you the world because you’re the challenge hes been waiting for. There’s no price too large, no deed too dangerous. But when you say yes its like signing a contract. It’s an irrevocable decision. He believes his efforts while courting were extravagant enough to compensate for his current apathy. He slowly weans you off, so skillfully you don’t notice what he’s doing. You don’t notice you’re in a relationship by yourself, being held back and holding on to the hope of things getting better.

Everything Has A Price

It seems like every relationship consists of an exchange between goods. My peace of mind has a price, the restrictions I impose because I have to, to reserve my self worth, also have a price. It’s all leverage, and you won’t sacrifice unless you know it will be worth something later on. Nothing is genuine, its simply a matter of give and take, but with our selfish interests in mind. This is why you can’t trust what this is so soon. You can’t make a judgement until you reach a brick wall and have to figure out how to get over it together. That’s when you know where you both stand in each other’s lives. So despite how beautiful forever sounds, despite how well the pieces seem to fit now, its absolutely necessary to take a step back, and hold back until the fog subsides.

AOL Away Message

So this is an AOL away message that I copied and emailed to myself so I wouldn’t forget it. I didn’t know it back then, but now I definitely recognize where this is from. Do you?

Hard to breathe, feels like floating
So full of love my heart’s exploding
Mouth is dry, hands are shaking
My heart is yours for the taking
Acting weird, not myself
Dancing around like the Keebler elf
Finally time for this poor schlub
To know how it feels to fall in lub

–> Thanks Ryan lol