All I'm Lookin' For

I want nothing but to make you all mine.
Nothing but to make your eyes shine.
Early in the morning, when the sun is still asleep.
And, we can lay here in the silent shadows.
Safe inside; our love is home.
That's all I'm lookin' for.

This week in my cosmetology class I met an older lady who’s a semester behind me. I’d talked to her a few times, here and there, just casual “hello”s or small talk. But, being stuck in dispensary for five days with this lady has turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. She’s very spiritual and wise and, I’ll swear, she’s secretly an angel straight from heaven. But, she shared with me a book by Joyce Meyer. I’d never heard of that woman before in my life, but she seems to be this woman’s idol. But, I digress. Anyway. She hands me this book to look through, and it has all these quotes from the bible and all these summaries and discussions about what it means. I found this:

"Behold, I give unto you the power to tread on serpents and scorpions and, over all, the power of the enemy, and nothing, by any means, shall hurt you."

Even if that doesn’t mean anything to most people, I feel like it gives me strength. And, to my future child, I hope he/she knows that, even if nothing seems okay anymore, there is love like that. God, parents, husband/wife, grandparents; however you wanna take it.

On a less emotional thought:
Apparently, this other girl in dispensary likes it in the ass. Literally..

When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

—Elizabeth Gilbert (via observando)

Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.

—Paulo Coelho, The Zahir (via observando)