The Meaning Of Life Is Finding Your Gift. The Purpose Of Life Is To Give It Away.

she wears her smile like a cloak. no one knows of what lies beneath. she either relishes the anonymity or has simply forgotten how to escape it.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

No... I never meant to say the things I said. I never meant to make you think that all I say is lies. I'm sorry for being so two-faced with you. I just have so many emotions that I want to show you that I try to show as many as I can. I'm sorry for never completely trusting you... I just feel that I can never fully trust anyone no matter how much I want to.

Thoughts of a Gemini writer

Spiraling (A short poem)

Thoughts. Feelings. Words. Actions. Love. Hate.

These things are always causing us to spiral down into an abyss.

Day. Night. Up. Down. Talking. Silence.

These things also never go side by side each other.

Sane. Crazy. Happy. Depressed. Hopeful. Discouraged.

Sometimes... I wish that everything could just stay still.

Her

She was his sun. Until she had said, “I’m done.” For her, everything became clear. That he never meant it when he called her “Dear.”

From there, something had ignited. Ever since that first thought had brightened. That little spark of madness made itself known when he forced her to clean up his mess.

Now she does everything with pride. Showing this with each stride. Becoming happier than she ever knew. Yet no one had a clue....

That even though at that time she had felt dead inside; She had become wise when he unknowingly opened up her eyes.

Be who you are and say what you feel…

Me when I actually look nice lol

‘When we love God because we feel we should love Him, instead of genuinely loving out of our true selves, we have forgotten who God really is.’ -Francis Chan | See more daily motivational quotes at Jar of Quotes.

Some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.

Homer

Our Lord has deigned to explain this mystery to me. He showed me the book of nature, and I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would lose its springtide beauty, and the fields would no longer be enameled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our Lord’s living garden. He has been pleased to create great Saints who may be compared to the lily and the rose, but He has also created lesser ones, who must be content to be daisies or simple violets flowering at His Feet, and whose mission it is to gladden His Divine Eyes when He deigns to look down on them. And the more gladly they do His Will the greater is their perfection….. As the sun shines both on the cedar and on the floweret, so the Divine Sun illumines every soul, great and small, and all correspond to His care—just as in nature the seasons are so disposed that on the appointed day the humblest daisy shall unfold its petals.

Saint Therese