do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.

I used to hate journaling.. I had one from about sophomore year in high school and it took me until the exact last day of this last December to finish it. I started to write almost everyday in November and filled pages upon pages with things. It took 3 and a half years to finish 2/3’s of that one and only took a month and a half to write in the rest.
I love it now and now I think have 3 going from this year.. I have a large leather one that my small group gave me for my birthday and they each wrote me encouraging notes throughout it. I have filled one with my Europe adventures and had to buy another small one for my last 10 days. It will be my summer journal and I’ll start using the bigger one a week before school starts back up.
I love it. I write down what I do each day, how I’m feeling, sometimes even down to what coffee drink I had. I love looking back and seeing how I used to think, what things used to occupy my thoughts and how much growth God has done in my life. It’s such an amazing thing and once it may have been a discipline I was trying; now it is my favorite.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)

Culture shock is hard. I don’t understand it a bit at all. It’s also mixed with being in this home again. I’m having a hard time for some reason. And Satan is coaxing me to beat myself up about not having anything together. I keep having random questions about God too. I just was to trust Him fully without hindrances and I want to fall deeply in love with Him. But something is preventing that and I can’t figure it out. I broke down in my car on the way home from my boyfriend’s parents house tonight. I feel lost and helpless because I see no logical way out of this. God, guide me and break these chains and walls down so I can get to you. Thank you for loving me when I don’t love myself right now. 

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

Stephen King (via observando)