Noooo! You NEVER dog ear or mark a book!! :(

I have noticed that this is a very debatable topic! 

Some people think it’s a way to show a book love and to help remember the parts you love. Some people think it’s a way of “defacing” the book and showing a bit of disrespect.

I want to take a poll on this! Send me a message stating, VERY CLEARLY, whether or not you think dog-earing or writing in a book is showing love or disrespect for that book! Click [here] to be taken to the ask box.

I’ll post the results tomorrow night around 10 PM CST, that way as many as possible have the chance to send in their vote!

Sometimes I really regret my word choices. 

I said that you were broken, and I realize now that that was a really bad word to use because it’s absolutely not true, and frankly much more harsh than I had intended it to be. Broken means that something is unfixable, and that is not the case here. What I should have said was wounded, or chipped. You have a chip. A chip that you keep trying to heal by filling it with things on the outside that you think will do the trick. But eventually those things rub off, or don’t fit quite as perfectly as you had hoped, and you’re left with an open chip again that seems to get deeper and deeper as you fill it with foreign things that do nothing but hide the underlying problem. This is one of those wounds that needs to be fixed from the inside out. A cut won’t heal if you keep smothering it with bandaids, you have to let it breathe, let your body do the work for you otherwise it will keep opening up again. Your mind works in the same way, the process just takes a little longer. I have every confidence that you will find a way to heal yourself, either that or it will find you. That chip doesn’t own you. The cause of that chip doesn’t own you. You own you. You’ve proven that you can succeed on your own, and you will continue to do that when you get into grad school. Which you will. Your ambition and your passion is something that I have always admired. You have such a positive energy when you’re happy, it literally scatters a vibe and lights up a room with more intensity than anyone else I’ve ever met (your infectious laugh certainly plays a role in that as well). Your playful spirit is simply who you are. You have so much to be proud of. I can’t even begin to imagine how I would have handled half of the things that you had to fight through. But here you are, slightly battered and bruised, but you made it. At the end of the day, you always have yourself, and if I were you I would be glad to have myself as company. I made a promise that I wouldn’t go anywhere, and I will keep that with ease because you are a significant piece of my life now. I know reading this will make you sad, and it breaks my heart that I keep doing this to you, but I felt that it was necessary to correct my mistake. I make them too. Like I said, I have a hard time speaking my mind in person because I think about too many things at once, and it never ends up making sense. I hope this made sense to you. I hope it helps, if not now then maybe another time, and I hope that you stay strong, because I do need you here too. You keep me from making stupid decisions, and you help me see the reality of my overly ambitious ideas. You bring out the goof in me. You’re spontaneous and fun. You have such a kind soul and I know I can rely on you for absolutely anything. Who wouldn’t want someone like you in their life? Lift your middle fingers to them and walk away, you’re too good for their nonsense. They are seriously missing out, more than they can possibly imagine. Oh well, more of you for the rest of us :) <3 <3 

heading off to work in about half an hour

y’all should send me shit

like pictures of yourself or whatevs

i wanna know what all y’all look like

but until i see a photo of you, you are the person in your icon