Empathy. Passion. Ideology. Humanism.
Feminist. Artist. Writer. Blogger.
22 year old WV girl trying to make her way and stay true to who I am and who I want to be.
"Man is free the moment the moment he wishes to be."-Voltaire
I am me. I am free.
But everything happens for reasons that she will never understand
Till she knows the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.
— Rinse-Vanessa Carlton
You speak the words of Jesus
Yet you know nothing of humility
Or compassion or empathy.
You read to us Isaiah
To teach us how to treat one another
Yet you yourself have learned nothing on the topic.
How can one stand upon the podium
Of righteousness and leadership
When their own life is no where near exemplary?
How can one tell me what He said
When they show no knowledge of understanding?
All you are is mean
And a liar
And alone in life
Thanks TSwift. :)
Suspicion of committing a crime should lead to your attempted prosecution. If the evidence does not support conviction, it would be against everything we believe in and fight for in America to still allow the government to imprison you at their whim. Tonight, a blow was struck to fight back against those who would take our liberty.
— Sen. Rand Paul • In a statement about how he managed to kill an amendment that was likely to pass by voice vote — an amendment that would have clarified the ability for the U.S. government to hold detainees indefinitely while the War on Terror continued — by merely asking for a recorded vote on the matter. This was an awkward situation many in the Senate were trying to avoid, and as a result, the amendment lost resoundingly — with a 41-59 tally. If Paul hadn’t have spoken up, the bill would’ve received a voice vote and passed under the radar. Not bad, Rand Paul. That’s a moment to put in the ‘ol resume. source (via • follow)
You turn the corner.
We know an awkward moment is coming
As we anticipate being within inches of each other for the first time in months.
You avoid such a moment
By swiftly and obviously adjusting your intended bar and subsequent path.
You walk away with no word or look.
Just a quiet smirk to share with yourself and your friends.
Rejection is fine.
It’s part of life.
What hurts is knowing nothing went wrong,
It just didn’t work.
It’d be easy to blame a specific instance of betrayal or hurt
But it escapes me.
What hurts is the pain you inflict after
With the slander and secret whispers
Yet no acknowledgement when I’m present.
What hurts is knowing my feelings were always more than yours ever would be.
What hurts is knowing everything was actually nothing.
What hurts is the full weight of my “yes” when you asked if I was all in.
So as your direction shifts
So you can drown whatever in the bar nowhere near me
I look after you knowing what that smirk means.
I go home
And you enjoy another night that I won’t
In this small town.
I’m officially offline. No Facebook. No twitter. It’s the first full day and…it feels good. :)
You remember when we sat in your car and you said you were all in? You weren’t, and I knew it. But that’s when I finally let go. Thanks a lot.