Words to Whisper

I was made to think I was hard to love.

- ten word story

“I am trying to love in a world that might matter. My mother calls me a fixer. She says that’s why I have bad taste in cars. And men. She says I want projects. Something to heal. She says I should have been a doctor, but instead I fix old houses. So maybe she’s got a point. But it’s not that I want to heal broken bones. I just look at those houses, with their crumbling roofs, and their sunken porches, and I can almost see the hands that first crafted them. I can see the care that went into their design. You can’t create anything without wanting it, first. And I think if it was worth wanting before, it should be worth wanting now. Even if it’s a little worn. A little beat up by the weather and hard living. How can anyone get through life without some bruising? So it’s not that I think I can save the world, you know. Maybe my recycled soda cans won’t make that much of a difference. Maybe it won’t matter how much I ride my bike. But when I look around at telephone lines that let us check on loved ones three thousand miles away, or sidewalks that give a path to wheelchairs and baby strollers, or a bench that was built just to give strangers a place to rest, I think: Love was behind that. There can be love there again.”

Enjoying a little bit of this snowstorm.

@acupofkeen

Sometimes you get really lucky,

they end up wishing for someone like you too.

Anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope you have been well my dear stranger. I don't see you post much but I still continue to visit your page. I hope life has been treating you well. I know it is a struggle where you are now. Please take care and be careful out there. -ABB

I still go back every once in awhile to find some substance.

This was really nice.

Have you ever sat there and felt the heartbreak coming long before it’s happened?

Hi, it’s me again. 

It’s been awhile. 

For those of you who’ve been here, I hope you’re learning a little bit more about yourself since the last time we crossed paths.

For those of you that have left, I hope you found the clarity you were looking for. 

it’s been evidently too long that I’ve truly shared about myself here. 

I want you to know that I’ve been better. 

I’ve learned, I’ve grown, I’ve hurt, and I’ve been hurt.
I’ve accepted things, I’ve let go of things,
I’ve loved, and I’ve been loved.
I’ve lost, and I’ve mourned,
more so, I’ve lived again. 

And there is nothing better than a woman who died, and is alive again. 

I wonder who still dwells during moments of nostalgia and find themselves rummaging through old photographs, old texts, and even old ramblings from a blog full of youth, promise, and unrealistic notions about love and adulthood. 

“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.”