hello dear. i'm julie and i love to draw and talk about inappropriate things at 4 am.
current obsession is the winter soldier's arm ✿
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I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone that shows me their soul.
This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
People seem to think that the only important days of a person’s life is the day they were born and the day they die. Our graveyards are testament to this. Carved into marble to be recorded to the end of time is the date of birth and date of death. So many people seem to think that, but they’re missing something important. The dash. The dash is so small, yet the dash symbolizes someone’s life. Someone lived in that dash, someone touched another person’s life, made someone smile, made someone cry. Oh God, this person existed. But we don’t see that person’s life recorded in stone. We see the day they entered this world screaming, and the day they left this world behind. When you grieve, remember that no matter how far apart the birth date is from the death date, the person lived. Mourn. Grieve. It is only right to feel pain over the loss of life. But remember that dash is more important than the dates that surround it. Life is to be cherished, no matter how short. Celebrate the life of the departed, do not hold on to the dates on the stone, hold on to the ones in between.
Anonymous said: I'm 16 and I was born catholic. I don't believe it though. Recently I have practiced buddhism, meditation and kindness and since I've started I've felt at peace. It feels amazing. I'm nervous that this is just a thing I'm going through though. How do I know if I should stick to Christianity or not?