Love until the Night Collapses

peanuhbutta:

loves-war:

Twenty Dollars 

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. “Who would like this $20 bill?”

Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this.” 


He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air.

“Well,” he replied, “what if I do this?” He dropped it on the
ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?”

Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No
matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. 

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still
priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by …WHO WE ARE.

You are special - don’t ever forget it.”

OMG.

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alpha-0mega:

I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not because they’re extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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melanoleuca:

remember that time Lilo got real hood real fast and beat that white girl’s ass

i do

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Thoughts on tuesday at 10:23pm

The virgin no longer wanted to be known as that. 

She clutched her red tinged lotus

Her knuckles white,

surrounded by women holding stems.

She saw the boy with sandy hair 

with a large blue lake in his backyard and loosened her grip.

She sat on the green grass

dew soaking her jeans

and he sat across

his heels lined with hers. 

Together they sat and plucked the petals off of the flower 

tossing them into the lake and watching them float to the other side

and when their hands met 

and both of their fingers grazed the last petal

a tear fell from her eyes and a gasp errupted from her lips. 

He did not look, as by now he has noticed that her eyes aren’t as blue as they once were

and that every third beat of her heart pushed impurity and bitterness into her veins.

The way I express my thoughts at 11:30pm.

She walks past faceless men, 

her eyes glued ahead.

She radiates fear coated in confidence

a perfume that she sprays to keep herself safe.

A perfume that only she knows she is wearing

for if others knew that her confidence was nothing but an aroma 

they would tear her to shreds; her pedestal would be kicked from beneath her feet

and her fear would glow in her eyes as her face met asphalt. 

Her future remains stationary

yet her path grows longer and more arduous as she continues.

But these obstructions were not placed by her future. 

No — these obstacles were not created for the purpose of strengthening nor toughing. 

Life was not throwing her lemons so she could create lemonade, 

because her future does not care about minute details such as these. 

Life does not put difficult tasks in your path, you place them there yourself. 

Each brick she carefully laid, until the wall loomed high 

casting a shadow on the sidewalk on which she walked. 

She would approach each wall warily, 

as she has forgotten that it was her who created the maze, 

and that if she focused on her future

rather than creating stepping stones serving as life lessons,

the path to her future would be nothing but a smooth paved sidewalk.

Life teaches you the only lesson you need to know: spray your confidence each and every morning, walk past the faceless men, and trust God with the rest. 

Yet she does not hear life’s plan, 

as her ears are preoccupied with whispers of where she shall lay the next brick. 

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