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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

-Dorothy Parker

#life #hope #encouragement #suicide #live #I am here for you #quote

I am thoroughly convinced that music is the true form of magic. What else causes humans to create so beautifully, so diversely? Dancing, singing, playing instruments- such actions transform a person’s spirit. The vibrations pricking our ears have much more capacity than to entertain or merely fill the silence- it resonates within the soul. Quality music sparks my being, inspires my soul, and persuades my body to move. To dance, frolic, learn new skills. I am motivated to just do something, anything. To cap someone’s potential when they are inspired by melody is a horrific form of cruelty. Let the music move you. Feel it deep down to your bones. Perform in the best way you know how. Do not let your body lay stagnant, your soul dormant.

#music #beauty #inspiration #motion #magic


Please, my lovelies, I beg you to never, ever cease reading. Reading allows the mind to travel farther than the body ever shall. Never willingly let go of such a precious gift.

#read #explore #mind #ponderings #travel #flight #imagination

Language has an infinite capacity to inspire. An extensive language possesses limitless combinations of sound, simply waiting to be formulated. That is why I am in love with English. I am fascinated by the eloquence of beautiful words and the creativity of writers- truly poets- to constantly weave new phrases from something as common as their native tongue. That is why I desperately wish to become a writer myself.

This persistent itch to create through words torments my mind. I am infected. This deep-rooted hope invades my mind constantly; perhaps even a dream or duty. It is pitiful how desperately I wish to pen words that stir a heart or encourage tears to well. Such a gift is rare and I doubt I possess such ability. Yet I toil, undeterred by my lack of confidence or failure. I must persist because this constant desire, dream, habit cannot be for nothing. This was written on a piece of scrap paper behind a cash register, for crying out loud. I am determined to transform this budding passion into reality.

Walt Disney, who inspires me greatly, once said, “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.” I will, will you?

Let not my often pointless rambling scare you away. Please, allow me to implore you to never shy away from your dreams. No matter how impossible, silly, or lackluster it may seem, pursue your dream wholeheartedly. Let the sweat drip down your face, your bones ache, the migraines force you to rest, and the trials make you stronger. If nothing else, God placed you on this Earth to follow your dreams, because placed He placed them upon your heart. Let not His creativity be wasted. Your creativity is a mere reflection of His own, so let His glory shine through you!

#writing #language #creativity #dreams #persevere #Walt Disney #inspiration #English #ramblings

Please offer input on this little snippet

There once was a girl who deeply loved a boy.  Wait, I know this is cliché, but I promise that this story isn’t like the rest of them. It’s far better because her love was rooted to her soul and real. And most importantly… this story is true.

For as long as I live, I know I will never forget this one moment imprinted in my mind: the very first time I saw him. Well, the moment he caught my attention, anyway. Thinking back, I had seen him before- maybe an hour or so- but that one endless moment is set apart from the rest. His dark hair and eyes, the natural flexing of his arm, his I-know-I’m-sexy smirk…

Gosh, he irritated me.

This fact may be the single most ironic of my entire life. And I don’t think I’ve ever told him. How do you tell the love of your life that he thoroughly annoyed you the first time you ever even saw him?

Honestly, he seemed full of himself, desperate for attention, and that girl on his lap was just- Well, she was kind of a brat and just rude. There, I said it.

Oh, you probably want to know the whole story. (Too bad this is just a preview!)

#writing #random #love #love story #teenage love #irony #preview #advice #bored


So I am really excited about an idea I got for a story, but I’m not sure if it would be any good. Would some of you be willing to read a little snippet and tell me if it interests you at all?

Rainy Day Attitude

What do I do on a rainy day? I can tell you quite accurately, because I am experiencing one right now. Well, I normally wouldn’t try to get through the day with only three hours of sleep, but yesterday was a very important day and I came to Phoenix for my sister. Little did we know that it would rain cats and dogs and we’d almost get in a bad accident. OOPS. Well, she went to babysit a set of twins that only want their mom and dad. And here I am, sitting in a Starbucks, looking up writing prompts because I have absolutely nothing to do. Awesome. I can plan for a church event a year from now all I want, but I’m not the youth pastor, so it doesn’t really matter, does it? I love how sarcastic this writing is. I could start reading a book or something, but that doesn’t feel as productive as writing, oddly enough. If only I had a class with an assignment or something. That could help me feel like my activities matter. And now my RLS is kicking in. Perhaps I should find somewhere to take a nap? So I basically find unimportant activities to fill my time on rainy days. Supposedly it’s easy to find things to do, but I just feel useless, tired, and sick to my stomach. And I normally love rainy days! So this attitude I have is rather odd, but perhaps sleep will do wonders for me.

Shows, prompted by

I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have but two hours to even find each other once more.

#writing #shows

Doors, prompted by

The doors all around me are locked, like for Alice. I try to push past them, but they disappear. Leaving nothing but blank walls, the lights dimming; I’ll be blind soon! Adrenaline means nothing against the concrete in front of me. Despair fills my thoughts as I think of what actions I could possibly take…

#doors #writing #alice

Truth, prompted by

Truth is what I believe in; not to be conceited. I simply know the secret to life when others are lost in chaos. Why am I so afraid to share? Afraid to love? Thank You for allowing me to know  Your all-encompassing truth and love… thank You for Your grace. May I give You glory for all the days of my life.

#truth #poetry #praise #glory #Poetry #God #amen