The Sophomore Slump →
No one prepared me for my sophomore year. And by my “sophomore year,” I mean my sophomore slump. No one ever said it would lead to an existential crisis.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.– Andrea Gibson (via danielle-elizabeth)
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.– Vincent Van Gogh (via larrylikesmeth)
Tonight I ombred my hair pink. All my dreams have come true. Thank you and goodnight.
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.– Clementine Paddleford (via ashleyjc)
I’m really good at picking up all the baskets of eggs. I just don’t think I’m very good at carrying all of them. In other words, I should really just learn how to say “no.”
The water is my home.
T u e s d a y T h o u g h t s
Stop comparing yourself to others, it’s the theif of joy. Be who God made you to be. Allow yourself to feel. What is done, is done. Move on and try harder. Healing takes time. Stop rushing. You are not defined by these things, darling.
Tuesday is a long ways away. Or maybe I’m just impatient.
We are once in a lifetime. I feel as if I am...
I have a new nickname for you Miss Hannah. I’m going to call you Miss...– David, 9- one of my swim students
Fireflies ignite the night As heavy heads rest on tired shoulders that carry ladened hearts. Warm night air holds these tangled legs tied together with intertwined arms laced with knotted fingers. No matter how far these hearts travel they are threaded together.