5T4S portami alle stelle! creeper(s) creepin' The Lord is the everlasting God, The creator of all the Earth, He never grows weak or weary, No one can measure the depths of His understanding, He gives power to the weak, and strength to the powerless, Even youth will become weak and tired, And young men will fall in exhaustion, But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength, They will soar high on wings like eagles, They will run and not grow weary, They will walk and not faint.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
More About Me
I like people who can make me laugh … I love making people laugh. I don’t blush easily, but if I do, it means something. I like people who make me think about things … people who willingly put up with my absentmindedness and like it. Common sense has never been one of my strong points. I’m not afraid to laugh at myself … nor am I afraid to laugh at other people. I have a hard time letting go and when I love, I love deeply. I’m sincere and genuine … and I like people who are sincere and genuine. People who respect themselves, boys who love their moms. I want to be adored … and when I date a guy, I want him to be absolutely stoked about me. And I want it to be okay that I’m stoked about him. I don’t want to be told that I’m loved … I want to be shown. If a guy tries to pay for me, I’ll pretend to be objective … and I’ll never expect it … but I’ll always appreciate it. If you give me the chills … if I let you kiss me … it always means something. I will never admit that I’m interested in you unless I know you are interested in me. If you hurt me, I’m going to talk to my friends about it … I’m a relational person, that’s what I do. If I’m angry, I will always tell you about it. I will try to work things out and if I have my way, we will work things about before going to bed. I believe strongly in the scripture in Ephesians that advises not to let the sun go down on your anger.
I could fill a book with my thoughts … and someday I will. I want to be published, I want to be known. I love the city … but I want to go home to my family in the country and be happy. I want to be a “soccer mom”. I want to be a teacher, yes, and I will be. But I want to be a wife, a mother, and a friend first. I want to help others … starting with my family. I want to love others … starting with myself.
I believe in love. Real, true, amazing, passionate love. I believe in my self … I believe in other people. I will never give up on the people I really care about, even if they break my heart a thousand times. I believe in God and I know He will never give up on me … even if I break His heart a thousand times.
Florescent lights always make people look weird and I don’t understand why stores always put them in dressing rooms. There are a lot of clothes I am too self conscious to wear … a lot of clothes I don’t think I can pull off. But sometimes I’ll try. I love good smelling lotions and shampoos … especially the Victoria’s Secret line. I love when guys wear cologne … I love even more when they only wear it sometimes. I love wearing a guy’s sweatshirt when it smells like him. But only when that smell is good. I love when guys are ticklish … and I love laughing so hard I cry. I love straight teeth. There are certain four letter words that the world would be better off without. I will always think I should lose some weight — I will probably never admit it. . If you tell me I look good and I diagree, I’ll probably tell you … but I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m not asking you to roll your eyes and think that I’m doing it because “it’s a girl thing.” I’m telling you because there are certain days and moments when I really don’t feel pretty. Those are the days I change my clothes six times before deciding which shirt I want to wear. Chances are, I won’t tell you I took half an hour deciding which shirt to wear … but chances are, you’ll know.
I’m not always as confident as I seem … there are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me … sometimes I just want a hug … someone who will let me cry. I like when boys cry in front of me — when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. “I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh.” I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart … and my trust in people has not diminished. To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever.
I have opinions … I will share them, but only when I feel so inclined. Generally speaking, I try think before I speak — especially in large groups. But once you get to know me, I am an open book. Don’t be put off by my apparent shyness … because shy is the last thing to describe me accurately. I want to be respected — I want my feelings to be respected and my thoughts to be respected.
