bitch, please...

I'm a random ass bitch. Common trends you may notice:
1) I'll obsess about one show and post a ton of shit about that. Usually it is because I've been watching it on netflix.
2) I'll get super mushy and bitch about a guy not liking me a lot...I'm sorry
3) I will often post lyrics or songs I love! Many times I will write about how the lyrics relate to me or a current situation.
4) Occasionally I'll be witty or funny but probably less often then the above mentioned items
This tumblr serves as my diary, scrap book and bitch book. I am 27 years old living in the south. I'm a social worker who graduated with my MSW a year ago. I have been single for about 3 years and I really don't like it. I've been hurt more times than I would like to admit. Most recently I was hurt by a guy I thought of as my best friend. The most tragic/pathetic thing about this is that I don't think he realizes he hurt me. Overall I would like to think I am a pretty likeable person. To know me is to love me and if you read my blog you will probably get to know me better than most. Please follow and comment on my posts because I welcome feedback and enjoy learning new things. Thank you for checking me out! I follow back! :) XOXOXO
imforeverjustyours:

Nightly.

faithprayers:

Let your faith be bigger…

The next time you walk into a room full of people, I want you to see how they talk and interact and exchange and tell stories and make jokes. Simply watch, listen, soak it in.

Soon you’ll see there’s a hidden anxiety underneath all their language, a deeper sort of quest for each person to validate their individual existence. You’ll see this web of tug-of-war where everyone is pulling, clawing, scratching, grasping for this weight.

It’s like there’s a secret limited stash of golden currency in the air, and everyone’s fighting for it by telling the better story, bragging about their bank account, trying to be the funny guy, showing off their intelligence, dropping famous names, wearing a name, holding up false bravado, pretending to be a mystery, masking their voice in tight controlled expressions of eloquence.

You know what this is: insecurity. Everyone’s fighting for glory to cover the emptiness, that vacuum fracture. And even when they get the glory from that room, it will never be enough: because we weren’t made for the temporary glory of this earth. Our true glory is beyond the room, outside one another, from on high.

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That would be nice to wake up to

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