that october thursday.

"you know, I am really happy right now... and it was because of your hug, there are some days where I just am not totally happy, and now I know why-- It's because I haven't hugged you yet.

you know, I'm really am on cloud nine right now because I am so happy." 

i found this quote scribbled in one of my old journals, it took me a few seconds before i could place where it was from.
and then i remembered and my heart cried and smiled at the same time. 

xx.
-marcia

letters to humans | v.3

dear young dad who was talking to his baby while shopping in sam's club,
"are you ready to go shopping with daddy? we're going to go buy some food, yes we areee."
your son's eyes were shining, even at such a young age, i can tell he already adores you.
please, i beg you with every thing inside of me, don't ever stop investing in his life. don't ever stop being his hero. don't ever stop listening to him.

love,
the girl who was trying to balance three bags of frozen dinner rolls

guys, i swear it was the cutest thing ever and it gave my heart fuzzies for days afterward, it was just him and his baby boy which was probably a few months old, and he was just cooing and talking to him nonstop. gahh, my heart.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

currently quoting:

"you have listened to the fears, child." said aslan. "come, let me breath on you. forget them. are you brave again?"

// c.s. lewis

currently listening:

letters to humans | v.2

dear girl on the phone crying under the b17 gate sign in the atlanta airport,

it's been four months since i saw you crying while sitting on the dirty airport floor.
i had just arrived at my gate with my iced coffee, ready and armed for the flight. i was just thinking how pretty you were when we made brief eye contact. you smiled a brave smile and i noticed your eyes were red and puffy. i went back to my seat, but couldn't shake you from my mind.
i'm sorry i wasn't brave enough to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be alright.

love,
the girl with regrets.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

currently quoting:
"she reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she'd rush away again."
//  glenda millard

currently listening:

letters to humans | v.i

dear sam's club guy with stellar hair and deep brown eyes,

it was a saturday and the place was insanely busy. i was feeling introverted and didn't really want to be there, but then you made eye contact, flashed a winning smile, walked over and asked me if i had been finding everything okay.
i smiled and nodded. you told me to have a wonderful day and flashed that smile again.
my day turned out pretty wonderfully, thank you.
love,
the girl in the stripes.

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)



currently quoting: 
"I love this place, the place where your feet walk and your heart soars, where your dreams grow and your hope flows, where your tears have shown and your smile has glowed. I love this place and one day, I'd like to live with you there. 
- t.b. laberge // unwritten letters to you

currently listening:

one verse + one photograph

 

" your smile made me loose my breath,
  but your arms held me
  until my lungs remembered to breath again."

(inspired by a dream i had last night.) 

xx. marcia

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