A Schooling Mothers Words.

Tonight, I want to honor a young woman who is on a passionate pursuit of self discovery. She is quickly shedding the labels of a woman her age while continually amazing us with new talents and thrill seeking adventures. She is one of the hardest working people I have ever met and often supports the people she surrounds without them even knowing. She has secrets and stillness that soften her. .. she is beautiful, artistic, intelligent and charismatic. Next year, she will be designing her own education. She is ready to take flight as a business woman, an artist, a performer, and student of the way things work. I am so excited to parent and teach Mariah Christine Thornquest.   

This woman, my amazing mother, is the reason I have made it as far as I have in life. I am stubborn. I am feisty. I am hard to deal with at times. I am different. I am ambitious. No matter what I am she encourages to pursue my passions, chase my dreams, and be who God created me to be. She has taught me to challenge what I am taught, to think on my own, to paint the out side of my box let alone think outside of it. She knows that I am on the path of self discovery, and that it takes a fight to get to the end. She loves me and supports me in only the way a mother can, and for that I am eternally thankful for. 

School.

School literally makes me a miserable person. Slaving my life away to the requirements I must reach to be "worth something" in this world... How stupid is society? 

Everyday.

Be strong when you are weak. Be brave when you are scared. Be humble when you are victorious. Be badass everyday. 

Laughter.

I laugh, and it is laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart. I know something's, I know that I am not alone, I know that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know where I came from. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something... 

Kiss me.

I really love to be kissed. So kiss me. 

But don't. 

Broken.

I don't want you to fixed me. I want to be broken and loved in my brokenness. Because honestly I'm more broken then I'll ever be able to fix. 

This is my world.

I don't know that anyone even reads my messy rambling a on this site that I call a blog. But please know that this is my world. This is where I let you see the whispers of my thoughts and the happening from inside my head. They might not even make sense, but it's because I don't care, if someone does read this I'd actually be surprised. But you are more than welcome to do so. You must know that I am a very happy person, and I usually only decide to write when I have something on my mind, which usually only happens when something's upsetting me. Don't worry my little reader I'm perfectly alright. 

Lost to Insanity.

If there was anyone I knew who would get lost in the endless black of insanity it would be me.