No song to sing…
For today’s post, and possibly for the first time in my life, I have no special lyric to sum up what I am feeling. So I think I’m just gonna hop right in the venting part. Mmmkay, children?
I am Grace, and I am simply me. No exceptions, no excuses.
I am, as most people are, multi-faceted and even downright complicated at times. So keeping that in mind, if I could request only one thing from everyone who stumbles upon this blog it would be simply this: Please don't judge me or think you know me inside and out just by the things I say here, especially if your judgment is based off of any one posting alone. I am an individual, and the second you put me in a box and think of me as a certain stereotypical type of person, that'll be the very second I switch it all up and surprise you again. So just get to know me personally before making any assumptions, whether they're positive or negative, and I'll extend that same courtesy to you. When in doubt, please feel free to use the handy-dandy Ask button in the upper left corner. I have nothing to hide. =)
I intend to use this blog as a medium of sheer truth, to share the secrets of my soul that I've kept closely guarded all my life. I have worn a smiling mask of desperate perfectionism, and I'm finally ready to let it fall and crack in two. I'm coming clean and baring all, no matter the consequences. For all who will, I beckon you to come in, listen, and learn.
I am, as most people are, multi-faceted and even downright complicated at times. So keeping that in mind, if I could request only one thing from everyone who stumbles upon this blog it would be simply this: Please don't judge me or think you know me inside and out just by the things I say here, especially if your judgment is based off of any one posting alone. I am an individual, and the second you put me in a box and think of me as a certain stereotypical type of person, that'll be the very second I switch it all up and surprise you again. So just get to know me personally before making any assumptions, whether they're positive or negative, and I'll extend that same courtesy to you. When in doubt, please feel free to use the handy-dandy Ask button in the upper left corner. I have nothing to hide. =)
I intend to use this blog as a medium of sheer truth, to share the secrets of my soul that I've kept closely guarded all my life. I have worn a smiling mask of desperate perfectionism, and I'm finally ready to let it fall and crack in two. I'm coming clean and baring all, no matter the consequences. For all who will, I beckon you to come in, listen, and learn.
"Mistakes are the stepping stones to success."
— Charles E. Popplestone | wiishuponastar (via quote-book)
What DO I Want?
“What do you want?” Simple question, really. But it turns out the answer is not as simple as I once thought it was or would be. Turns out I actually have no idea. And it turns out that when you don’t answer quickly enough, the world ends up answering for you: “nothing”. That’s what I get for being fickle and neurotic. Again. Serves me right.
Praise You In This Storm
“I was sure by now,
God, You would have reached down and wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say “Amen”, and it’s still raining.
As the thunder rolls,
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain, “I’m with you.”
And as Your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I will praise You in this storm and I will lift my hands,
Cause You are who You are no matter where I am.
And every tear I’ve cried, You hold in Your hand.
You never left my side, and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm…”
Autobiography by Ashlee Simpson (Youtube)
WARNING: This song does include a couple curse words toward the end. If you don’t want to hear them, you’re safe listening to just the first verse and chorus. Listen at your own discretion.
Autobiography
“I walked a thousand miles while everyone was asleep;
Nobody’s really seen my million subtleties.
Got stains on my T-shirt and I’m the biggest flirt.
Right now I’m solo, but that will be changing eventually.
Got bruises on my heart, and sometimes I get dark.
If you want my auto, want my autobiography,
Baby, just ask me…”
(via Hammerpress | No Whining Art Print)
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Beautiful. My sentiments exactly.
(via quote-book)
"Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive."
— Jesse Jackson (via quote-book)
