Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


— Shakespeare

"I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful."

— (via psych-facts)

Kairos One

So I got chosen to be a kairos leader for the first ever Kairos Retreat at the Naval Academy. I seriously didn’t think I would get it. I’ve drifted off my path here and there and allowed circumstances drive my decisions but lately I’ve been doing good, doing better.

I’m so thrilled and excited. The team is doing an awesome job and I’m happy to be a part of that.

Live the fourth.
Agape to all :)








To donate £5 to the charity supporting the male victims of domestic abuse, text the message: MKDV46 to 70070
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At first I though this was a joke

Don’t ignore this Tumblr

Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.

This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim. 

Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help.

One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.

The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time.
No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.


Please, if you witness abuse, no matter WHO the recipient is, report it. If someone you know if being abused (not just physically - in any way) help them. Connect them to resources. Gender doesn’t matter in this case - no one deserves to be abused. 

National Domestic Abuse Hotline

- Mod Dawes Sr.

(via sr8olguin)

Just the umph I need to pull myself out of this defeating mindset I put myself in for the past several days.
“God damn, romance yourself”

Haha maybe this will be helpful for some of you ladies out there who are just having those weird days when we feel all lost, doubtful and insecure for some dumbfound and self inflicted reason.

Take aways: 1. Put yourself first 2. Love everyone 3. Go out and do it for yourself and explore and build relationship ships 4. Enjoy life :)

Enjoy. And goodnight :)


It’s interesting to see how certain social media changes and develops. Four years ago, the dynamics and communication of Facebook were totally different from today. We can write on others wall or comment frankly and now, all the focus seems to be who has the coolest pic, who can get the most likes, who can make the best ice bucket challenge video. I’m not trying to discredit Facebook or how social media changed. I’m just wondering where did this sudden change come about?

I joined Facebook to try to solidify connections with other people I meet and to keep in contact with them. But now does it seem like it’s veering away from that concept of connecting?

It’s just a thought. I haven’t written in my tumblr in awhile so excuse my frankness.

I wonder what will matter in 5 years.

"This leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously."

Reblog every time.


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Excuse me, sir, do you know where I could find some enlightenment?



Excuse me, sir, do you know where I could find some enlightenment?


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Can I visit?

Can I visit?

(Source: evphoria, via ajnooners)


Susan Cain, The Power of Introverts — TED (2012)

Susan unpacks the social myths surrounding introversion in this passionate and personal appeals. 

(via greattalks)

Love this.

(Source: bussykween, via goodstuffhappenedtoday)

What a year has passed. Moments I’ll miss and some I don’t but moments I’m glad I have because it made me stronger and gave me faith in myself to do better and become better.

I’ll miss the past. But it’s time to tuck that away for now and make new moments and experiences and discoveries to spice up this book called “My Life”

Now a firstie. Shit. Four years have passed. Where did time go?

(Source: dailydoseofstuf)

What a good weekend spent with great people after such a year.