Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine,
Under every grief and pine,
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so,
We were made for joy and woe,
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.

e-zekiel:

okay so today I was at the mall and this girl walking in front of me and tripped and fell and instead of helping her up like a normal person would- I decided to make her feel less embarrassed and fall down too

but I guess another guy had the same idea because we fell at the same time

and then another person fell

and another

and suddenly I was lying in the middle of an impromptu fainting mob and a lot of people were shouting

and the girl who’d originally fallen looked so fucking happy

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I am so blessed to be with a man who loves me for me and has been raised with SUCH a loving, caring and kind hearted family. I am forever grateful that God has brought us together to share the most memorials moments in life together.

Anonymous asked: hi. i see you struggling in your posts. i want to tell you that it will be ok. right now its not but it will be. one day this whole experience will help you. the world is harsh and difficult enough so don't be harsh and difficult on yourself. you're brother is gone. you lived a tough life so maybe you should tell your story. maybe it'll help another baby sister who loves her big brother. stay strong. you can do it.

Thank you. That brought tears to my eyes and truly meant a lot. I’ve often tossed the idea around of writing a book or something and have ALWAYS felt like I was put here to tell my story to the world for that exact same reason you wrote. Anyways, thank you. That just meant so so much. <3

thats-slightly-raven:

feistie:

thats-slightly-raven:

I JUST BURNT MY HAND ON MY LAMP TRYING TO TURN IT OFF LAMPS SHOULD NOT BE HOT ENOUGH TO GIVE YOU THIRD DEGREE BURNS THIS IS BULLSHIT.

maybe if you’d go outside and used natural sunlight instead of running your lamp for 13 hours straight, this wouldn’t happen :)

OH I’M SORRY IT’S 3:38AM LET ME JUST WAKE UP THE SUN SO I CAN SIT OUTSIDE WITH MY SKINLESS BURNT HAND AND BASK IN THE GLORY OF NATURAL DAYLIGHT.

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I dont really know why I feel this way. It’s like nearly everything is shit right now except for my bf and I. I turn 23 on Saturday and quite frankly, I’m not excited about it at all. Only excited for what my hubby has planned for me on Sunday but thats literally it. I’m moving into the house I use to grow up in on Saturday (yes, my bday.) and trust me, I’m not excited. I hate that house. Everything that happened in that house was nearly negative when it comes to my brother. There are great memories there as well, but the fact remains that that house will always be the house where I basically lost my memory. Everything bad that happened when I was a kid traumatized me and swept my memory away for years. I can hardly remember anything from 5th grade aside from standing up in the middle of the class and running to the bathroom crying and crying while a girl named Chealsea went to the bathroom to see if I was okay. All I could do was ask her if she’s ever seen her brother being held down by her dad because there was something weird about him and if her mother stood there crying while the cops came to figure out what was going on with my suddenly then broken family. She shook her head no. My brother was a drug addict and that night was the night that started everything that eventually led to hundreds of trips up to LA to visit him in several sober living homes. That night was the night that eventually led to his untimely death. So I suppose, I am dreading my birthday because I am dreading moving back the that house - the house which holds so many of those terrible memories and yanked my memory from 5th grade until I was 19 away from me. I hate that house and I have no idea how I’m going to live there. The more I visit that area even, the more I hate it. 

I have so many things that feel so upsetting lately. I hate my job and am frustrated that after applying to so many, I still havent heard back from anyone. I hate that I had to miss my grandmas 79th birthday dinner tonight. She has Alheizeimers and I have no idea how many more birthdays shes going to get. Though I at least got to visit with her for 30 minutes after the dinner, I wished I could have been there for the laughter, the meals, to see her look on her face when she opens her gifts and is surprised with a perfectly frosted oversized cupcake. I hate that I missed all of that. 

I hate that my family don’t seem to care that this is the first birthday back for me since college and this one means THE MOST any birthday has ever ment. Why? Because my brother just  passed away in October and all I want, more than anything in the world, is to spend time with my family while we all laugh and converse over a beautiful and fulfilling meal. But no. We’re moving. Sometimes I just want to move back to Fresno, or even to the town my hubby is from. 

Sometimes I just want to float away and never be found until I’m ready. 

Hubby,

I see how hard you’re working for school and work and I just wanted to let you know that I am so proud of you! Your dedication and determination has always been something I’ve loved about you from day one!!!! Keep it up twin! Your first semester is almost over!