you say.

i never post anything. and i mentioned why. and yes, my answer was legitimate. do ‘you’ remember?

melting hearts, like chocolate melting in your hands, ravenously licking every morsel of as if it were the first time you’d ever tasted it [which bears some truth.] inexperienced, unaware, and unsuspecting of the affliction found in over-indulgence of a ‘good’ thing. 

i pause.

i think of things that are good, to make sure my point is valid.

regardless. you are chocolate, who comes in many different forms. bitter to sweet. each with it’s own personality, and taste. and i’d still buy every piece of you — because your worth it.

i’m thinking bain-marie.

hi. im still around.

hi. im still around.

okay.

i am willing to start walking towards righteousness.

but i cannot do it without You. By ANY means.

-Your Son.

i’m suppose to be living for Your name, but I’ve been living for my name.

my hearts become calloused and apathetic..

and i don’t feel like this post is done, but ive run out of words..

new post on other blog.

kole-ala:

TODAY.
/////a great day.

OLDIE BUT GOODIE.

i can only take so much.

i can only take so much.

i assure you that this blog post is a worthwhile read.

Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
Pema Chödrön (via kole-ala)

i miss my friends at home. you know who you are.