I'm not real;I want to be real.

Everything ordinary seems extraordinary under the light of a falling sun.

Everything ordinary seems extraordinary under the light of a falling sun.

that time i accidentally threw a lime at my coworkers skull.

colourmequixotic:

if i were the sun, i’d go down on that horizon too.

what she said.

colourmequixotic:

if i were the sun, i’d go down on that horizon too.

what she said.

when did ‘nice’ & ‘non-confrontational’ become synonymous?

i couldn’t be happier that my body has forgotten how to sleep.

what makes me smile.: Men;

colourmequixotic:

At this period in my life I am nervous and afraid of men as a whole, all encompassing, non-exclusive group. Because too often I have been so hurt & uncared for, de-valued by them. When I am myself, they fall into like/love/lust for me & demand that I satisfy their desires without any thought,…

Beauty.

Beauty.

I think that each person is worth at least three cents; because I am willing to give you a penny for your thoughts, after which I will offer you my two cents worth.

—me

"People. Just people. People make me nervous. All the people. When they walk past me I cringe. I hardly believe in the idea of family outside of blood. The concept I can’t wrap my mind around is that we’re in the blood, He has given all of us His blood and made us a family, but my concept of family is so askew I’m doubtful I’ll ever get the hang of it. I come here and everything in me shouts,”RUN!” But something holds me here and draws me here each week, some force-my God- brought me here for some purpose. He sees things in me that I can’t even hint at yet, He sees things in me that I only wish were true; responsible, amiable, resourceful, trustworthy, tactful. Those are the words I would choose to describe myself. Lord, how would you describe me? I know you designed me as a remarkable creature."

I spoke this to God last night and He responded to me through others (prophecy) that I am uniquely made. He showed them pictures of birds and promised me more freedom. Birds mean so much to me, what they represent to me. I see myself as a bird in my mind; always wanting to fly away, skittish around people, unattached, and the idea of being in a cage makes me want to die. But my God has promised me freedom.