"I don't want to be adored. Don't want to be first in line or make myself heard. I'd like to bring a little light-- to shine a light on your life. To make you feel loved."
Hate to be the bearer of harsh truths, tumblr, but:
It’s not easy if it’s the right person. In fact, the way you know it’s the right person is that you decide that it is right, despite it not being easy.
You’re never going to be made whole by a woman or a man. You’re never going to not be broken in some area. Another person can not mend you.
If you are waiting and holding out hope for that one magical person that will touch you or look at you like no one else has, you’ll likely miss someone amazing right under your nose because they weren’t spectacular enough to match your fantasy.
Loving someone so that they feel free is terrible advice, or rather, isn’t love at all. When someone loves you they desire to help carry your burdens. Don’t love someone so they’ll feel free; love someone in such a way that they are glad to be a servant.
People are people. They aren’t rainstorms, hurricanes, tidal waves, fireworks, the stars, or paintings. They’re flesh and bone; heart and head. Don’t crush them with the weight of expectations, and don’t crush them with the weight of idealism either. One guaranteed way of making your someone feel inadequate is to compare them to a standard.
It’s okay to feel discouraged. Especially here. It’s alright to feel boring and average when everyone posts pictures of their quiet times or their poetry or doodles that are way better than anything you can do. It’s okay to feel ugly or unseen when they post nonstop pictures of their significant others or their friends and everyone comments on how beautiful and wonderful they are and you wish you just had a friend to even say hi to let alone to tell you that you look great.
Not everyone is a poet or an artist. We can’t all look at life or the weather or a painting or a song and see something deeper and profound - if we did, it would no longer be deep because everyone could see it. It would be shallow.
Real life is a thing that exists. There aren’t any vintage filters and vignettes on your eyeballs. Good luck hiking mountains, going on road trips, thrifting empty picture frames, travelling the world, and hanging out at cute coffee shops every day (and making sure there’s another person to photograph it all) when you work 40 hours a week to pay back your $40,000 in loan debt.
If and when you find someone, sometimes you’ll want them to make the coffee and they’ll say, “Make your own fucking coffee.” And it will hurt your heart.
You’ll probably live in an average house. That’s okay. Chances are slim that it will have cathedral ceilings, exposed brick, a breakfast nook, kitchen island, huge backyard, loft in the city, or whatever you’re dreaming for.
It’s okay to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt. You don’t have to have 30 patterned layers on straight out of GQ. Yes, even in public.
In your self-focused attempts, for your own gain, to be cool, hip, and trendy (don’t act like these words are below you; they matter a whole lot to all of us), others around you are being discouraged and feeling defeated. You don’t mean or want for that to happen, but it is. Don’t be blind to your effect.
And I’m up early today. And I was like, “Ohhhhh…>” And I feel like I just want to go to church soooo…
I looked it up and apparently, I know exactly where they’re meeting today.
So I’m going to the 4pm service. :)
(I usually don’t get a chance to go because a* I didn’t know of any churches around me that I could just kinda ‘hop into’ and b* the one church I was told about in the city wasn’t the sort of service I felt like I could get into. I like honest worship. Not showy worship. And c* the commute in Staten Island is a no-go. The commute into the city is just… long.)
I’m very curious. Very very curious. I hope this is a church I can get into. I know the Hillsong name is a huuuuge name and that sometimes scares me. I’d much rather go to a little known church with a few amount of people than a “mega” church or a very popular church–
But God’s put it on my heart to at least try so… :)
From December 2011 - February 2021… I’ve loved that church and its outpouring into my life and ability for community since I was 20 years old.
And now it’s on to a new fresh wind that God has spoken so directly into that I have to be obedient. This has not been the easiest week. But praise God, I know that no matter where I go, He’s still gonna be God and it’s all still going t be SO good.
Shawn’s instagram (Dec 5): Wanted to give you guys a few surprise songs for the holidays. #WONDER holiday deluxe is out now, including #TheChristmasSong with @camila_cabello 🦋🥺🖤 Proceeds from the song will benefit @feedingamerica & we’re starting by donating $100k to support those in need in the holidays
Fun Fact, thats, more or less, something that wealthy people in China and Japan did, they were called “musical floorboards.” Designed to squeak when stood upon. A person could make noise all the way down a corridor.
The residents and servants knew which floorboards made a sound and avoided them. But a burglar, or assassin didn’t. If you heard the creaking of floorboards, you knew danger was coming.
Even better, despite what movies may show, a lot of the old west was founded by Chinese immigrants, so there could have been carpenters around who knew how to make the musical floorboards!
They were also called Nightingale Floors, and looking up to make sure I had the right term, I found they were super clever! They were more than just ill-fit boards or whatever makes floors creak normally, they actually used little metal bars under the boards placed into small holes in the boards to cause the creak.
The best things on the internet are when someone makes a joke and then Miss Frizzle rolls up for an educational adventure.
Fun Fact, thats, more or less, something that wealthy people in China and Japan did, they were called “musical floorboards.” Designed to squeak when stood upon. A person could make noise all the way down a corridor.
The residents and servants knew which floorboards made a sound and avoided them. But a burglar, or assassin didn’t. If you heard the creaking of floorboards, you knew danger was coming.
Even better, despite what movies may show, a lot of the old west was founded by Chinese immigrants, so there could have been carpenters around who knew how to make the musical floorboards!
They were also called Nightingale Floors, and looking up to make sure I had the right term, I found they were super clever! They were more than just ill-fit boards or whatever makes floors creak normally, they actually used little metal bars under the boards placed into small holes in the boards to cause the creak.
The best things on the internet are when someone makes a joke and then Miss Frizzle rolls up for an educational adventure.
both-seeker-and-sought a demandé: 
