Malaysian artist Lim Zhi Wei adorns her watercolors entitled “ Flowergirls” with real flowers, to a stunning effect.
My heart is overwhelmed with joy. I am ever so grateful for your love, for all the blessings you abundantly shower upon me, for how you work in my life everyday and for the people you bless me with. I simply can’t contain this Papa God, I’m bursting with glee that I need to share it. Thank you for giving me the gift to see how beautiful your world is. I pray that you keep touching my lips that I may cheer my soul and friend, my ears so that I may constantly listen to you and understand the meaning of all my sacrifice. I pray that you touch my hand that I may also touch others in my own ways and somehow ease their pain and discomfort. Touch my heart that I may continue to love you even more in every pain and ache I feel. Touch my spirit Lord that I may always seek you in everything, in every way that I can always be one with you.
Thank you for always understanding when nobody else can.
it’s hard to explain but easy to feel.
it’s like my words cannot do justice to make sense of this experience.
whatever this is…
You know what I want right now, a loving and caring hand, a friendly hand to make me feel everything will be okay. Someone to tell me that this is just a phase, that it’ll pass.
It’s rare to have an embrace that feels like home
Kisses that can make you think of nothing else…
One lovely day in Bath.
I’ve always had this thought that maybe I will JUST be a part of other people’s life and story. Another one is that I think I’m a lot better at being someone’s friend than a lover.
Okay, here’s my mid 20s confession: I fear that I will never stick to something or someone forever. Despite of me dreaming of a happy marriage like my parents, I’ve always had this fear that I won’t. I’m probably just projecting my own feelings towards guys that I liked. I’m not scared of getting left behind, I’m more scared that for the nth time I will leave. Just because “I’m not happy anymore.” And then I start all over again.
But maybe it’s just because I haven’t really found what my real passion is. I still haven’t found someone who can make me stay and who can make me give things another shot because we fucked up the first time.