Sometimes people take good girls for granted. You know, there is so many girls telling boys they love them and they will be there forever. It’s not hard for guys to come across them, so they just don’t know how to appreciate it when a girl is being genuine. I was looking at an old fresh faced…
i remember the nights i used to fall asleep staring at the stars from my bed, between the break in my curtains. how bright they used to shine. but when midnight strikes and all i have to ease my wandering thoughts are those fiercely lit stars, they hide in the sky. teasing me behind whispy clouds, as if they know something i do not.
below are the original lyrics from “twinkle twinkle”…i thought they were pretty
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep,
While you thro’ my window peep,
And you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
(via quote-book)
You know what I think is the worst thing about growing up? The realization that you have to start making things happen for yourself-because no one else is going to care for your future as much as you. Lately, I have been thinking about this. Things are not going to fall on my lap and nothing in my life is going to change unless I initiate a change. And as much as I wish, things would be easy, they are not. I know that nothing great was ever achieved without diligence and determination-and a few doses of disappointment. To be good at something you need to practice. Before you can be wanted and sought by others, sometimes you need to be the one who makes the calls and wants and establishes.
i absolutely love this book…although i must confess that I have never read it in its entirety(the old English is a whoosy lol). i love flipping through the chapters and reading about Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy-i love their story and she is such a great writer.
(Source: thequietofordinarythings)
The call of God is not a destination, but an everyday journey.
I decided something last night, as I laid in the corner of my bed. Leaning on all of my pillows with my head tilted back staring at my chandelier; I closed my eyes and prayed. And realized that I wasn’t a soldier on a mission, an employee trying to meet my boss’ deadline, or a runner trying to win a gold medal. Contrary to what I feel I have been taught, I am simply Sasha- a girl who loves God. That’s it. And everyday I want to be more like Jesus, and show love and help others. And hopefully help change someones life. And if I don’t, I don’t. I won’t get fired or be called a loser.
And that just feels so good to realize.
I have not been able to stop listening to this song…it’s a remake of Taylor Swifts “Last Kiss”….but man oh man…Boyce and these girls out did themselves.
That guy in the picture below is my husband. ok no hes not. its Ron Pope-a super duper uper amazing musician. He posted this pic of my friends and I posing with him after his concert on his blog! cool, huh? youtube him if you get a chance ;) Look at how beautiful his lyrics are from his song Fireflies…
When the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,
I am walking her home making plans.
With her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,
As the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass.
It suddenly rains on us,
She is laughing and turns up her hands.
Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That’s why fireflies flash.
When this summertime ends, we will not part as friends,
Things were promised in blood; we have sinned.
Now there’s tears in her eyes as she’s screaming goodbyes,
I run ‘long side the car turning numb to the sound.
I notice a chill in the air,
September is creeping up fast.
Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That’s why fireflies flash.
Innocence didn’t mean we’re immune to these things,
Let’s blame the passage of time.
Love and loss, truth it costs more than I can spare right now.
Maybe it’s simpler to lie…
Like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
Wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
That’s why fireflies flash
Miami
o.k, i seriously need this dress in my life. if anyone knows where i can get it please let me know.
