a quote.

(typography by yours truly) 

i want to show you that you aren't perfect, but you're still worth loving.

I have this deep desire to know you- to truly, truly know who you are deep inside that beautiful soul of yours.

I want to know if you dance in the rain or if you’d rather listen to the consistent pattering of the raindrops on the roof. I want to know what makes you tick and what ticks you off. I want to know your biggest fear and deepest wish. I want to know about the people you’ve loved, lost, and kept on loving. I want to know what day is your favorite, and what month is your least favorite.

I want to know if you order the same thing every time you go to a coffee shop or if you constantly change it up. I want to know about the month of sleep you lost because of the long nights you spent searching.I want to know what you found, and how many tears it took to find it. I want to hear you talk about the good times- the awkward moments, the dance parties, the laughter, and the happy tears.

I want to hear about the person you met in the grocery store buying bread, but later thought about how easy it would have been to fall in love with somebody who owned a smile so bright. I want you to tell me about your favorite book as a child, and how you still read it sometimes. I want to know if you start each morning with a cup of black coffee or if mornings aren’t really your thing.

I want to know how you define yourself, and if you truly see what you’re worth. I want to hear about your dreams and ambitions. I want to what makes you feel broken, and what type of music you listen to when you are awake at 2 am. I want to know about the struggles and triumphs. And I want to know about the little victories.

I guess I just want to know the messy parts of you- the parts you’re afraid of showing.

I want to fall in love with your heart, mind, and soul- I want to show you that you aren’t perfect, but you’re still worth loving. 

—

m.m

it was all worth it.

it took seven months of trying to let you go.
seven long months of a heavy heart and tired soul, and just when i've thought i finally let you go-
i found out you found someone else.
something inside me churned, not because i was jealous, but because it was the final stamp in my heart saying
"it's all over. move on."
i felt a stabbing pain for a two full minutes and then i noticed something, you were almost smiling.
i haven't seen a real smile on your face for almost a year. and i know you have absolutely no idea how much i missed seeing it.
but despite the overload of grain and filter editing in that photo of the two of you, i saw that smirk you used to get when we were together.
and suddenly...
all these weeks of feeling your pain and hurting because i knew you were hurting too, were worth it, just because of that smirk.

i am so glad you are learning how to be happy again- i truly am (even if i'm not one of the things that bring you happiness).
and i hope with all the hope inside me that you will only find more happiness in the future (and i pray that happiness lands solely in Jesus Christ.)

currently quoting: "Become so full of grace that you allow your pain to turned into hope for someone else." -breakmychains on tumblr
currently listening:

xx. marcia

photos from my first solo airport adventure:
// first time at bojangles in charlotte, north carolina
// watching airplanes
// good books and pumpkin spice lattes

twelve months

i wrote this twelve months ago...it's funny how things can change so much, but still be the same.currently reading: wives and daughterscurrently quoting: "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure I am arranging and it's very difficult to find anyone. - j.r.r tolkien currently listening:xx. marcia

mangled thoughts + a cliche` quote

"my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations." - john green.

did i just quote the most cliche` john green quote ever? um, yeah. it's super cheesy and cliche` (and honestly pathetic), but right now it's just accurate.
i feel like i have so many things spinning around in this head of mine. the starts of many good things, and the starts of some stupid things. but the thing is- i only have pieces of the puzzle. i can't seem to put the pieces (err. stars) together to form my constellations. it's so frustrating because my two favorite seasons have started, and i'm filled with anticipation and nostalgia. but i feel it's all going to waste because i can't get myself together.

i'm just sitting here thinking of all the things i want to start, stuff i want to write, photographs i want to take, places i want to go.... and it's just getting all twisted up.

basically, i just need to find a way to refocus and stop spinning.

currently reading: a tree grows in brooklyn - betty smith
currently quoting: "i'd rather have coffee than compliments right now." - jo march (lousia may alcott)
currently listening:


xx. marcia

i am...

i am the girl who sits up late a night with her headphones wrapped in a blanket of nostalgia.
i am the polaroid photos stashed away in a box.
i am the photographer who hides behind the camera because she's afraid of being on the other side.
i am the worn book stuck on the back of the shelf.
i am the dark gray sky right before a storm.

i am the wild sunflower hidden in the field.
i am the rays of sunshine coming through the blinds in the morning.
i am the tearfilled journal entries.
i am the one who hides away in a corner waiting.
i am the favorite photographs taped onto the wall.
i am the pencils and pens scattered across the desk instead of neatly standing in their mason jar.

i am the sound of the first drops of rain.
i am the the torn fingernail on the fourth finger.
i am the last autumn leaf on the tree.
i am the smell of cinnamon pumpkin spice lattes.

i am the first winter snow.
i am the girl who cries at night.
i am the country song on repeat.
i am the unmade bed and messy room.

i am the needle spinning on the record player.
i am the sleepless nights.
i am the stray curls that forever escape the bobby pins.
i am the stretch mark on my left thigh.
i am the summer starry night.
i am the dandelion dust dancing in the wind.

i am the lyric that plays over and over in your head.
i am the favorite pintrest board.
i am the memories of those long summer nights.
i am the favorite song on the radio.
i am the to-do lists written on the backs of old envelopes.

i am the books stacked on top of another row of books because of the lack of space on the shelf.
i am the little box under my bed filled with scraps of favorite memories and just ordinary life.
i am the dancing Pooh bear who is taped on the wall.
i am the stacked empty tea boxes which are no longer empty but filled with all sorts and bits of things.

i am the lost child saved by abundant grace.
i am redeemed.
i am  a l i v e.

(inspired by mikaliah's post)

bonjour!

hello, darling.

i created this space because i felt i needed some where i could be completely honest and real.
this is going to be personal. i struggle. i love too fiercely. i make mistakes. but i want to LIVE. because that is why i was created. this is going to be a journal of sorts, some days i might post a quote, a pretty photography, a song i'm obsessing over, or just what's on my heart... i don't know how often i'll post, it may be every day for a time. it may be once a month. i really don't know...

honestly, i'm not sure where this is all going, but i have a feeling it will all work out.

"Getting by on just a little sleep and coffee cups, learning through the downs, living for the ups. All I know is that I feel alive, and it's a real good ride." 

better than this - hunter hayes

xx. marcia