A series of essays and insights written by a 18 year-old Texan.
Matthew 16:25.
"My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung.
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise."
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May 20, 2013
May 17, 2013
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ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
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May 16, 2013
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“Friend Rule”
May 15, 2013
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when they told me
to not
make homes out of peoplei laughed
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t ownbut when i turned to show you
there was only quietempty space
and my roots
from around your ribcage(via love-is-illusion)
May 13, 2013
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(Source: wooilikeit, via elephantsandarizonas)
May 7, 2013
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(Source: cuntpromising, via elephantsandarizonas)
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By Christian Hopkins, this very talented young photographer uses his photography as a true artistic outlet to help with his depression. The whole set of images are just stunning and really draw you in, a perfect example of how art can help a person having a difficult time to express themselves.
(via anothercarbonlifeform)
May 3, 2013
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May 1, 2013
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Sternberg’s Love Theory
(Source: annalouise90, via elephantsandarizonas)
April 29, 2013
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The difference between a Boss and a Leader(Source: 9gag, via love-is-illusion)
April 24, 2013
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Today in Developmental Psychology we talked about Alzheimer’s disease.
It’s strange to hear about a disease that has plagued my family and its relationship for years in technical, psychological terms. It doesn’t seem real to me. My grandfather does not fit the descriptions on the Power Point slide in front of me.
As my professor is talking, I think about how lucky my family is. My grandfather can speak. He can feed himself, and he knows our names. Soon, I stop myself.
“No. My family would be lucky if he didn’t.”
Oddly enough, I would give anything for my grandfather not to know my name. I would give anything to be the odd girl with the long hair and the nose ring that comes to Sunday lunch every once in awhile. I would give anything for my grandfather to be mute. Instead, when I go home for the weekend from school, I get to sit through a lunch, and listen to an old man whom I do not recognize criticize my hair, my career choice, and my weight (I am not near heavy, but I am never thin enough for him). My grandfather is rude, manipulative, and vulgar. My grandfather today is not the man that taught me to drive a tractor, and eventually a car. This man sitting across from me is not the man that taught me how to grow and harvest strawberries, corn, lettuce, tomatoes…I had to bury that man a long time ago. This man now is awful and I do not know him.
I’m listening to my professor, and frankly, I’m having a hard time believing her. She is describing a sweet, older grandmother who cannot remember that her granddaughter is engaged.
I’m jealous.
That girl is lucky.
April 23, 2013
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Beautiful.
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