Diamond in the Rough

Aspiring to become who God made me to be. Embracing everything that makes me grow in love.

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

—Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via seabois)

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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

—Sylvia Plath (via glennacolleen)

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In 2010, there were 8 school shootings in the US.

In 2011, there were 10.

In 2012, there were 14.

In 2013? 28.

In the first half of 2014 alone, we have already suffered 38 school shootings. 

If that doesn’t horrify you, then I don’t know what would.

Honestly, at this point and at this rate, it’s not a matter of if there’s a shooting at your school, but when. 


My admin said this exact thing at a school safety meeting.

Euphoria (original poem by Sara Vanegas )

For when she closes her eyes
she reaches places most never know exist
And when she reaches out her hands
She extends her soul into a mystical land
And when she opens her mouth
A melody of anointing pours out
overflowing and rushing it rapidly fills
The broken
an angel to let in God’s perfect will
It Streams into the very reserve of who she is
Praising him is how she chooses to live
A beacon of light with her silent ways
But when she opens her mouth she proves that he is the one that saves
far from perfection but still made whole
One so little but yet so bold
To step out and leap forward and believe
In those things she can not always see
Taking her hands to dance with God
Regardless of who says she’s odd
For she knows the truth and can not be told
That there something better then his heart of gold
For she sways with him
while she praises him
And every moment when she sings
He lifts her up
He gives her wings.