If she likes you, she’ll tell you.
If she’s hungry, she’ll eat.
No sugar-coated words or fake smiles from her teeth.
When her body craves motion, she’s quick on the move.
You know she’ll be dancing; You hope it’s with you.
American sweetheart with some spice to her sweet.
Apple pie on a Sunday where the fallen saints meet.
First came the glorious pack of discount colored pens. Felt tip. Vibrant by nature. Mmmm satisfaction.
I was blending and swirling ink as soon as I got the chance.
Next came a gift from my favorite person:
THE DAILY SKETCH JOURNAL. I like journals… and sketches. I like them daily.
Needless to say, I kissed my favorite person a lot that day. Then again, I kiss him a lot everyday.
And now here I am, pen in hand, sketching away. I love lines that are bold. Thick. Black. Unflinching. I also like cute owls and girly designs…. So here’s day 1 & 2:
It’s amazing what a blessing it is to add ink to paper. My mother used to tell me to count my blessing when I was sad, or homesick, or simply needed something nice to think about as I fell asleep. Pretty much, I was encouraged to always count my blessings. There are far too many to count, but for now, I’ll name just a few:
Paper, pens, love and a boy who encourages me to take hold of these blessings daily.
I would rather be kind to you at your worst, than think it is my place to judge when you deserve my kindness.
I would rather care for you when you do not care for me, than think for a moment that your worth is determined by your thoughts towards me.
I would rather give to you when you have already taken from me, than only give when I am given something in return.
I would rather look like a fool for helping those who hurt me, than look strong for refusing their needs.
I would rather lose every battle and come in last in every race, than surrender to the thought that I must love less to gain more.
The indifferent are filled with power of self.
I am too weak for indifference.
And so I will rejoice in my weakness.
where we will grow 