little things {16-25}

the little happy things: i.

16. Hugs (and more hugs).

17. Learning new things about people you love.
18. Wind that leaves you gasping for more.

19. Sleep.

20. The color of silence.
21. Blogs that shout "this.is.me."
22. Old friends.
23. Coffee and whipped cream..
24. Comfy clothes you look good in.
25. Smiling at a random stranger, and having them smile back.

Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. Trust. Hope. Love. Wish. Believe. Most of all, enjoy every moment of the journey, and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.

mandy hale

The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

it's so easy to forget the little things in life that make you live.

making lists are a good way of remembering them; i'd recommend it hehe ツ

have a lovely weekend, everyone

♥

(pssst)

hello you. this is going to be weird, but:

can you do me a favour and tell someone he/she is needed and loved today?

that they are beautifully created, and perfect in their own little way?

(okay, told you this was gonna be a-different-kind-of-post weird ha)

it could be anyone, online or in-person, and it takes a little courage on our part, but it could change someone's life and make someone's day a whole lot better. i just suddenly felt really convicted about this issue after hearing in the news about this girl who took her own life when she received a bad score report. and not just this, i've been hearing of all those many, many boys and girls who willingly chose to leave this world because they couldn't accept the way they were made, or had unkind words thrown at them, or thought no one loved or cared for them.

so yeah...this probably sounds really lame because i'm not the best at rallying people to do things, but won't it be lovely to impact someone for good? i know i struggle with approaching people with nothing more than "hey, i think you're awesome. stay cool, alrights?" but i guess there's always a first time for everything.


*deep breathe*


good grief, i can't even begin to explain how bad i am at this approaching people thing. and i don't know, maybe people will laugh or you'll stumble over words you meant to say (i know i will), and it won't be perfect.

but imperfection is what makes us human and lovable and real. the pain we feel at 2AM when we wake up with empty hearts, our tears behind the closed doors we shut against others, the joy that comes in the morning when we discover that He is always with us.

that's what makes us human. and let us start looking more at other human beings and going "i want to make a difference in their lives and i don't care what others are going to think." you know, the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. just...shake it off ツ <3

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

 -1 Corinthians 13:13-

i'm actually surprised i wrote so much about this and sorry about the mass of words i'm throwing out here heehee. so much love for you all <3

stay rad, fellow humans.

you are so loved today ♥

hush, hush

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i'm sitting here, in the brightly-lit lobby. nerves tumbling, palms sweating, hands trembling. waiting for the clock to tell me that it's time. new things are hard to do, new people are hard to meet, new mistakes are hard to forgive.

the boy sits across the room, reclined on a chair, fingers absentmindedly stroking his guitar. i forget my nerves for a moment as i watch his fluid movements. the guitar is coloured like the earth i'm so familiar with, like the soil and dirt i want to be sitting on, laughing and smiling.

but i am here.

in this artificially clean and spotless place that is lit too brightly with fluorescent lights, making it hard to gaze into people's souls. my eyes hurt from the light reflecting off the shiny marble floor.

i leave and use the bathroom one, two, three times before i settle again on my chair. the fabric of my skirt is harsh against my thigh and my body is itching to be free again. the clock still has not moved and time has never moved more slowly.

the lobby empties of the morning crowd and soon, it is just me and the boy with the slender fingers stroking his guitar in a calming, rhythmic way. it's hypnotising, and i see the warm, fresh smell of earth surrounding each stroke as it dies away into the next. my heart beat slows from its excited state and falls into a pulsating pattern to match his movements.

the boy looks up. after what seems like eternity, our eyes break away and he stands up to leave.

i don't have to look back at the clock to know it's time.

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i started job shadowing a local hospital on monday, and it has been such a great experience so far. this is something i drafted while waiting in the lobby on monday morning. every morning i wake up nervous about me screwing up and looking stupid, but at the same time excited at what i will learn. if you guys could keep me in prayer or in your thoughts i would appreciate it so, so much ♥♥

i honestly have so much love for you all *hugs*