When close enough just isn't good enough :P
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
— The Winter of the Air
I’m not 23, I don’t have a kitchen, nor do I drink coffee…
Quite sweet and nostalgic though…
Want!
Eve was “not made out of his head to top him, not out of his feet to be trampled upon by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be beloved.”
- Peter Lombard on Eve, created from Adam’s rib
“You’re supposed to sound like a woman in love. You sound like a woman who’s about to have a root canal.”
Mozzie (‘White Collars’) -
“I figured you’d have the face of a mouth-breather.”
Adenoid facies?
Well-dressed and fierce. And probably a lot shorter 
. Well, that’s the plan anyway
#dealwithmyeccentricity
http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com.au/
Sleep time soon! :-\
Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.
When a woman is loved well, she opens up like a flower.
- Rob Bell (Sex God)
Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
- Romans 5:7
Phwoar.
Deborah
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