Through Her Eyes

I get it. It’s hard. It’s enticing. It’s strong. It’s a part of your lifestyle. Deep down, you feel the guilt. Deep down, you know your shame. You want to stop, but you wouldn’t even know where to start. Hear me. You are so loved. Every single part of you. Even down to the deepest cracks in your heart. You are loved. You are prayed for. You are sung over. You are prized. So, my friend, let’s talk. Let’s talk about sin. It’s a three letter word that I don’t like hearing, but don’t hear enough. Sometimes, I hate living in America because our culture has normalized and embraced and even praised sin. Having sex with strangers. Getting drunk. Cheating the system. Stealing. Rebelling against parents. Using the name of “Jesus Christ” as a cuss word. Habitually watching porn. Cheating in relationships. And sometimes I hate how American church communities, having been influenced by our culture, have normalized and accepted different types of sin: Worry

Dear boy, Timing is always key. And when you came into my life, the timing couldn't have been any better. I was a hormonal, heartbroken seventeen year old girl, who just cut off a good chunk of her hair, as to try and free myself from the previous year of my life. I always put on a smile and my favorite shoes, but behind that, I was a wreck. I pushed away most people, and rejected love and support when it came my way. But most of all, when you met me, you met a person who was angry with God. I was this way for quite sometime. But then, there you were. You were this much needed calm in the storm that was my life. You eventually became someone that I couldn't go a day without talking to, but if we did, we could pick up right where we left off, as if no time had been lost. I needed to remember how to be treated right, and that's exactly what you did for me. You made me value our friendship and cherish the moments and memories we made together more than I ever have befo

Dear Dennis, You.  You are the reason I'm still standing tall and making it through high school. Without you, I wouldn't be on the path I am on right now. You embraced me and took me under your wing freshman year, and our relationship quickly grew from there. Whether it was seeking answers to my multitude of questions in any of my English classes over the years, to seeking advice when it came to everything else, you never backed down and always managed to see me through to the other side.  Your room became a safe haven for me. A place where I could go and complain about my school work until I sucked it up and got it done. A place where we both exchanged many laughs and tears. A place where sometimes the only thing filling the air was silence.  You're so taken for granted by everyone. The way you intertwine your passion for literature and love of teaching is something amazing, and something I hope to have one day. You put your all into what you do for

Twin Flames There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we would cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more. We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given? I think you were always meant to know me a little better than everyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision. -Lang Leav I Wrote This For You And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I've been looking for you." -Iain Thomas The Chaos Of Stars An

"I'm Alive, I Believe in Everything" God. Music. World Peace. Cats. Hugs. Chilis Dates. Shoes. Morgan and Kyle. Education. Cheese curds. Ice Cream. Stars covering the night sky. Chivalry. Fate. Love at first sight. Individuality. Respect. Trust. Swinging with your eyes closed. The first snowfall of the season. Binge watching shows on Netflix. The perfect Snapchat filter and selfie pose. The more I learn, the less I know and if you don't try you'll never know. I'm alive, I believe in everything I'm alive, I believe in it all. Late night drives in the car. Dance around or cry it out. Life is beautiful but people always leave. Laughter is the best medicine and a little chocolate never hurts. Seeing my college and knowing I belong. Miracles and chances. Curiosity and Courageousness.  Making wishes and keeping secrets. Kindness and Passion. Self-love and self-respect. Everything a person does  has the

To my marked up, overly pale, beautiful body, You are never given enough credit or complimented enough for how incredibly beautiful you are. Every day, in front of the mirror, my eyes look at you in disgust. My eyes notice the stretch marks hidden under the waistband of my favorite jeans, the bumps that cover my arms, the rosy cheeks hidden under all the makeup and bulges of skin here and there. While I shouldn't be ashamed of these features, years of torment and bullying from people have convinced me otherwise. I no longer embrace my body, because I've been taught that it isn't a body worth embracing. Growing up I've always been more flawed than the other girls. It comes with the territory of having eczema and keratosis pilaris. Basically just two fancy terms for really awful, chronic skin diseases. People always noticed. I was that girl; the girl with the bleeding, sore patches of skin, the girl with the eyelids that barely opened from being so dry, the girl th

Dear sweet girl, Life is a funny thing. It dangles something great in front of you, waiting for you to become crazy over it, and then takes it away, without any warning. Or worse, it leaves this really great thing in your life, only you can't have it the way you want it. You are a special kind of blessing on this earth. You love passionately and hard. You play it on the safe side to try and protect that delicate heart that already knows heartbreak all too well. You take all the necessary precautions to ensure that you won't get hurt, but it stills happens. You fall for a guy even though you didn't intend to. You know you shouldn't like him, but you do. When life gives you the perfect guy in the form of a friend, do you break the rules and try and make him yours, or play it safe and watch him get hurt by someone because they aren't you? It's cruel and unfair. We're literally the same person split in two, and all we'll probably ever be is just frie