Home can be a place and home can be a person.
[Other People’s Places no.2]
"It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."
"Let me crawl inside your mind
And discover every dusty corner;
Open your veins and let me flow through them
I want to push myself to the ends of you.
Let me sleep in the dips and depths
Of your fingerprint
Think of me when your skin brushes another’s.
Breathe me into your world
I want to exist within the limitless confines
Of your soul."
"I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real."
Talk about a time you've had to face one of your biggest fears, if you have that is.
This was recent. Just a little over two months ago actually.
I’ve always been scared of being alone. When I was younger it was because I was awkward and painfully self conscious. I ate my lunch in the library, I didn’t make friends, I felt like an alien in a body that I despised. I thought that I would never find someone who could even stand to be with me.
As I approached my twenties the fear took on a different face - as I began to feel more confident in myself, I realized that I felt disconnected with the people around me. I dated boys I felt nothing for. The vast emptiness in me was terrifying and I felt sure that I would never find someone who would understand me.
But I did. I met a boy who grew into a man, and he loved me fiercely. I forgot my fear. He asked me to marry him and less than a year later we said our vows.
But our life got messy. Our love was messy. He withdrew from me. I lost the baby. I retreated far back within myself and the fear returned.
I made terrible mistakes anon, I was miserably scared, but I found myself running straight into the loneliness while looking for a way out. And once I was in that pit I cried because there was no light on the other side, it just kept getting darker.
For a long time I hid my mistakes and stayed in the dark. Telling him would mean that I really would be alone. He would undoubtedly leave.
And that’s when I had to face it and figure out that I couldn’t sacrifice myself any longer because of my fear. I told him about all the awful things I had done, even if it meant him leaving me. Because I couldn’t continue to cling to a relationship where I was destroying the both of us. I faced my fear and realized that I would rather do the right thing and be alone - that losing myself in the darkness is a much bigger monster. There shouldn’t be fear in love, it’s toxic. I faced it and I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.
A new religious statue in the town of Davidson, N.C., is unlike anything you might see in church.
The statue depicts Jesus as a vagrant sleeping on a park bench. St. Alban’s Episcopal Church installed the homeless Jesus statue on its property in the middle of an upscale neighborhood filled with well-kept townhomes.
Jesus is huddled under a blanket with his face and hands obscured; only the crucifixion wounds on his uncovered feet give him away.
The reaction was immediate. Some loved it; some didn’t.
"One woman from the neighborhood actually called police the first time she drove by," says David Boraks, editor of DavidsonNews.net. "She thought it was an actual homeless person."
That’s right. Somebody called the cops on Jesus.
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Since you have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.
Now this is the Christian Church that I know and love the most.
This is literally 15 minutes from where I live. I’m definitely driving to go see this this week.
(Source: circuitfry, via safety-officer-barto)
Having trouble sleeping, ask me stuff - I’ve been feeling honest lately.
Or give me something to write about :)
"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar way."