Not All Who Wander Are Lost

19. Christian. Singer. Redhead at heart. Slightly unhinged, overanalyzing and addicted to macaroni and cheese sort of person. I'm always the substitute person and impossible to forget, but hard to remember. I may be mad but let me tell you a secret..all the best people are.

"But you know happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light."

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."
"Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them."
— E.M. Forster (A Room with a View and Howards End)

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I know my last post was depressing, and I’m still upset, but I’m reminded of the sermon I hear 2 weeks ago that my Grandpa did where he said: “All someone can do is wrong you. You are in control of how long you let it hurt you, how bitter you get over it, and how you let it affect your relationships.”

I don’t want to stay angry. It’s just I feel used and manipulated and I that was done to me for so long by some other friends that the last thing I need is that from you too.

It’s one of the best feelings. :) 

(Source: lurveleelee)

I hate making people I love angry with me….I just want to do the right thing and keep my word and you’re gonna emotionally beat me up for it? How is that okay? I hate it when you do this….you only do it every once in a blue moon but it STILL sucks. 

This is why I can’t open my heart to anyone.

maryymargarett:

Sometimes, when I’m on a road trip, I pass through these random small towns. And I can’t help but fall in love with them. It’s the idea that someone grew up there—that the town is all somebody knows. Their whole life is there, and yet, I can just pass through like it’s no big deal. Because it…

— My Sister’s Keeper (via maryymargarett)

I always get really freaked out by how many people there is in the world when I’m on long bus journeys. Like, you go past so many random people, living their little lives, going about their day to day activities, you make eye contact for a split second, have so many questions about who they are, where they’re going, how they’re feeling, then bam, you’ll probably never see that person again.

(Source: loveismyjudge)

stardustmelody:

Shadow of the Thin Man (1941)