twenty4. seattle. medium tall. thinker, dreamer. writing & photography hobbyist. believes in heaven and the living God. can be found on beaches, museums, playgrounds, malls, markets,... but mostly at home. expert bargain hunter, excellent secret-keeper, movie fanatic, tv show addict, & food devourer. sometimes a bad friend, but a good listener. iced vanilla lattes. frank lloyd wright. dr seuss. serious sweet-tooth: cotton candy & haribo-anything. big city girl stuck in a small city world. always wants to make sense of the things that don't make sense. flawed to the core but she is loved. the 1 corinthians 13 kind of love.
Pieces of me.
It just felt like one of those days where you’re barely hanging on thin thread. Everything felt so overwhelming and tiring. I got a phone call from a friend who just simply asked how I was doing… and that was really what kept me hanging on. I didn’t realize how much stress I was under until this evening when the weight of the last couple of weeks just sank its claws into my shoulders.
However, I am reminded in this tough time how disgustingly human I am and how outrageously prideful I can be. Sometimes, our little narcissistic minds think they were made to take full control of everything - bending, twisting, fashioning everything and everyone to our will - when really, it is what’s being done to us by the rest of the world. I’m clinging, desperately, to You today… and here’s to a better tomorrow. I hold up a glass filled with my heavy burdens,
cheers.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
