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Summary: Beatrice Everdeen-Carter and Ramona Mellark, two friends with one mission–to get their parents together. Modern AU Everlark.

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The Family Plan

Part Six

Beatrice opened her eyes at the beep of her phone. Sitting up, she refrained from squealing at the picture message since it was still early and she was sure that Dylan and her Dad were still asleep.

Rise and shine, sis –R’

Just above her morning greeting from Ramona was a photo of her Mom and Peeta asleep—fully-clothed, thank God—in his bed. They looked happy and content to be wrapped in one another’s embrace. Not to mention, in that sweet morning light, her mother looked younger than Beatrice had ever seen her.

She quickly messaged back, ‘Can I call you?

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Moments of Impact: Drowsy Ramblings

For Day Two of Cherish the Peanut Week

Continued from Part 1: http://preludetobeautiful.tumblr.com/post/139788967345/moments-of-impact

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She came into her room, plopping down on the bed in the most unladylike fashion imaginable. Thank god her mom wasn’t there to see this. 

She was exhausted. It had been a very long day. Between graduating, the big party at Granny’s, and the excitement of being handed the keys to a very generous gift… All she wanted to do was go to sleep. They leave for Europe in the morning, and she was sure that the alarm would coincidently be changed from the reasonable time she sets it for to whatever ungodly hour her mom comes in and resets it for. 

She aimlessly fished for her phone from the nightstand, knocking the journal that was left for her to the floor in the process. 

It startled her. That book had quickly become something special, two or three random passages in, and she’d soon abandoned her cool-eyed collectiveness for uncontrollable blubbering. 

She jumped from bed, kneeling to gather all of the scraps of paper and dried flowers that had fallen from it. 

She leaned her back against the bed, again looking less than a lady with her dress a bit of everywhere. She carefully tucked the contents back into the book, trying to find their original place. 

This morning, the first thing she’d noticed aside from the screech of the alarm clock was that foreign book on her bedside table. 

She knew all of her books. Stacks and stacks sat around her room, some of which were well-overdue at the library. What could she say? She was a rebel without a cause these days.  The stacks weren’t all her fault, though. It wasn’t unusual for her mom to sneak into the room in the middle of the night and deposit a new book or two for her to find when she woke. 

This one was different though. 

It was a light brown leather, the spine creased from years of opening and closing. It was at least three times the size it was designed to be due to the stuffing of this and that between it’s pages. When she flipped through it, she recognized her mom’s scrawling immediately; add in the red wine stain she spied, and it was undeniable who had filled it to the brim. Page after page began, Peanut. Each page was dated and signed, from the day she was born to a page labeled with today’s date. Her fingers ran across the pages; she could practically feel love radiating from it as if her mom had magically imbued it. 

Now, sitting on the floor of her room, she opened it again flipping through randomly in a way that she knew would slightly irritate her well-organized mother. Her fingers stopped on a page entitled: Your Father’s Daughter. 

She smiled at the thought, dimples proving the point. 

Peanut, 

It’s been a long night. You are three months old as of today, and you’ve celebrated the milestone by developing a terrible case of colic. I’m convinced that you may have a future as an opera singer; an impressive set of lungs shouldn’t go to waste. 

I sit now, you in one arm and this journal precariously balanced in my lap. I want to get these thoughts down before sleep pulls us both under; although, I doubt they will come out eloquently or in order. 

You’re only willing to sleep these days when your daddy or I hold you in our arms. I’m certain that we are spoiling you, but I just can’t help myself. 

It seems that the gentle back and forth of this rocking chair has lulled me into a bit of a nostalgic state, so you’ll have to indulge me. I was just thinking about how fast you are growing. So many clothes you never got a chance to wear, but that is in part due to Aunt Emma’s overzealous shopping sprees. Of course, I refused to let you wear that tiny Bananarama onesie she bought. What sort of onesie is that for a baby? I hid it in the top of your closet almost immediately. Although, I’m fairly certain that your father orchestrated a picture or two of you in it while I was at work one day. 

But, I’m rambling. 

Peanut, I’m sitting here and looking down at you, so perfect. You’re the first of the Mills women to be born into love. You broke the cycle. You’ve started out in life in just the way you deserve. You’ve got a leg up on all of those that came before you. 

I remember the moment I found out you’d be in our lives. It was weeks before you were born. You should ask your Aunt Emma to explain that part. 

I was so, so afraid. I didn’t know how things would work between Daddy and I. We made a decision though, Peanut. We decided that the unexpected and the unorthodox could be really, very beautiful. We decided that nothing would keep us from being a family, that the love we shared would bind us all together. 

In those moments before I met you, I just knew I would love you because you were your father’s daughter. I’d convinced myself that because you were his, because you were your Daddy’s girl, that I would love you. I was wrong, though. That wasn’t it at all. Peanut, I walked into that hospital room, and I fell in love with you. Just you. From the first moment I held you close and breathed you in… You smelled pink, you know that? I’m not sure that’s something you’ll understand until you’ve experienced it, but it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. I loved you immediately. Not because you were his but because you were simply… you. You’ll never need to be anything more than exactly who you are. I promise you that. 

I spent so much time agonizing over whether or not I could be what you deserved. Tonight, though, I realized that regardless of whether or not I can be everything you need, YOU, my love, were and are and will always be enough. 

The words dropped off. Stray pen marks, indicative of a sleepy hand, decorated the rest of the page. Her eyes continued down to find her Dad’s handwriting scribbled in the bottom corner. 

Peanut, Regina fell asleep with you in her arms. I’m stealing her away from you now. We love you… 

P.S. If you could sleep through the night, we’d greatly appreciate it. 

Daddy

She looked down to the floor, eyeing the promised picture of that Bananarama onesie. Her dad held her up proudly, a bit of mischief in his eyes, and Aunt Emma’s head poked awkwardly in from the side of the picture. She supposed that was before the invention of forward-facing cameras. 

She tucked the picture back in its place and closed the journal. She thought back to all the times she played the part of the slightly over-indulged and exasperating child, “I know. I know… You love me! Do you have to say that every day?” Or the time she’d begged her parents to simply drop her off at school without all the hugs and the kisses and the embarrassing proclamations of love they were so fond of. She’d been saturated in love her whole life, and seeing it now on these pages made her all the more grateful for it. 

She climbed up into bed, not bothering to change out of her dress. 

Just before sleep took her over, she heard the floor boards creak outside of her room. She had no doubt that is was her mom, making the rounds she always did when she thought all her children were sleeping. She heard Henry’s door open, then close after a moment. The same with Roland’s. The footsteps came progressively closer to her door, and within a few moments, she heard her doorknob turn, her mom’s backlit form appearing in the doorway. She heard her sigh; the same sigh that her mom once explained happens when a parent feels overwhelmed with love for her child. There was quite a bit of eye fluttering and a  twinge of condescension in her voice when she’d explained it, but it was nonetheless true. 

She heard the familiar creak of her door closing, but before the hallway’s light was completely shut out from the room, she called out, “Mom?”

The door opened again, wider this time. 

“Yes, peanut?”

“I love you.”

Her mom cleared her throat and tried her best to keep from crying, but nonetheless, her voice cracked, “Not as much as I love you.” 

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  • Sam
  • "So how are you and your boyfriend, Sam?" my mom asked on the other line of the phone. I rolled my eyes and inter ally sighed. I didn't actually have a boyfriend. But my, god was my mother getting annoying asking me when I'd get a boyfriend and bring him over. So I lied and said I did have one. Didn't even give her a name or anything. And somehow, she, and everyone else believed me. And it's been going for about two and a half weeks now.
  • "We're fine, mom." I sighed into the phone. My mom clicked.
  • "You don't sound fine." She inferred. Act in love, Sam.
  • "We are, don't worry, I'm just really tired." I reassured. She stayed silent for a moment.
  • "Okay... How about you two come over for dinner on Friday?" She asked. That caught me off guard. I moved out of my parents house a few months ago, since I was 18 and had enough money saved up. So I lived in an apartment building across town.
  • "Uhhh..." I pulled my phone away from my face to check what day it was. Wednesday. I haven't seen my parents or my brother and sister in almost a month. I couldn't say no.
  • "... sure..." I replied dully. She giggled.
  • "Great! I can't wait to meet this guy. I'm sure you got your paws on one handsome devil! Come around six?" She finished. My mouth ran dry. What the fuck was I gonna do? I couldn't come up with a clever break-up story in three days. Maybe I should tell them he died in some ridiculous way. That'd be kind of funny. But not believable. I guess I just had to go with it. I sighed.
  • "Yeah, I guess." I huffed. My mom giggled.
  • "Yay! Okay, I love you, baby! I'll see you then." She concluded before hanging up. I ended the call and threw my phone on the couch. Fuuuuuuck.
  • I thought for a long while and what the hell I was gonna tell my parents. I did NOT wanna tell them the truth and have them nag, nag, nag me about it. But what could I do? I thought for a while more before it came to me. I could have someone pretend to be my boyfriend for the night. I thought about my options. Right away, Mike and Matt were off the table. They were in the middle of some ridiculous love triangle with Emily. Chris wasn't exactly an option either. He and Ashley had something. I don't know what it is, but it's something. And the way Chris takes things, he'd get the wrong idea. So that only left one other person.. Josh. It's not that I didn't like Josh, because I did, I was closer to him then anyone else. But the thought of asking him to pretend to be my boyfriend for a night was a little weird. But what else could I do. I sighed and pulled out my phone and texted Josh.
  • 'I'm coming over.' I texted.
  • 'Ummm?? Ok but no ones here'
  • 'That's fine. Hahahaha I need a favor.'
  • 'Oh god. Should I be scared?'
  • 'Uh, maybe?'
  • ' jesus Sam'
  • 'Be there in like ten minutes.'
  • 'You suck'
  • I laughed and closed my phone, not responding. I gathered my stuff and headed to Josh's house. This was gonna be an interesting conversation.
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  • I approached Josh's house and groaned. I was already regretting it. But it was too late now. This was a better idea then any of the others I came up with. I walked up to the door and knocked.
  • "Helloooo? Josh?" I yelled. Nothing. I turned the handle of the door out of curiosity and sure enough, it was open. I walked in slowly, closing the door behind me.
  • "Josh?" I called again. Still nothing. I walked into the living room and sat my bag down. I've done this before and usually Josh is just in the bathroom or getting out of the shower or something. I stood and waited. For a lot longer then I wanted to. I pulled out my phone text him. Suddenly, a pair of hands jabbed my sides and a yelled in my ear. I knew damn well who it was but I still screamed and dropped my phone. I whirled around and go figure, there was Josh, giggling like an idiot. I flushed. I didn't like when people grabbed my sides.
  • "Josh!" I growled, slapping his arm as he laughed at my minor shame.
  • "Hey, lame-o, what's up?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, remembering this awkward talk I was about to have. I sighed.
  • "Hey, is everything okay?" He asked, his smile slowly dying away.
  • "Uhhh, okay. So remember my parents?" I asked. He nodded.
  • "Remember that thing I told them? That was actually true a few weeks ago?" I continued. He raised an eyebrow.
  • "Yeeaaaahhh..? The one where you told them you have a boyfriend when you very well do not?" He said, a ghost of a smile on his face. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, well, they wanna meet said boyfriend on Friday at their house for dinner, and I can't get out of it." I went on. Josh simply blinked.
  • "And... I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend for the night." I finished, smiling a little too innocently. Josh was unresponsive for a moment before he ultimately burst into laughter. I stared at him as he laughed.
  • "Okay, okay, lemme get that straight. You want me to be your boyfriend for the night?" He repeated. I looked at the floor. Hearing it out of someone else, it sounded ridiculous.
  • "Yeeees..." I groaned. I didn't look at him.
  • "Okay." He said casually. I snapped my head up.
  • "What?" I asked, kind of skeptical that he agreed to this. Let alone as casually as he did.
  • "I said okay. I'll pretend to be your boyfriend so you don't have to deal with the wrath of your parents." He said clearly. Thank. God. I huffed.
  • "Thank you!" I groaned.
  • "No problem, babe." Josh said, winking at me. I blushed.
  • "No! Don't call me that." I stammered. He noticed my demeanor and snickered.
  • "Sorry, dear." He smirked.
  • "Stoooop! I'm going home, Josh." I growled.
  • "Whatever you say, baby." He continued. It was really weird coming from him.
  • "Goodbye! Josh!" I screeched, walking out the door.
  • "I LOVE YOU, BABYYYY!" He yelled after me.
  • "Baaaaaaaaaah!" I yelled back as I walked out of his yard.
  • "I will see you Friday at 5!" I yelled as I walked away. This was gonna be a looooong Friday.
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  • Friday came a lot faster then I wanted it to and I dreaded it a lot. This was gonna be super weird. I mean, even if I was bringing my family an ACTUAL boyfriend, it would be weird. But it was going to be even weirder because I wasn't bringing them a boyfriend. I was bringing them a Josh. Good thing Josh has never met my parents before. A beep outside distracted me from my dreading. It was Josh. I took a deep breath and made my way out into the Fall outdoors. There was Josh outside my Apartment building in his stupid little car with a stupid little smile on his stupid little face. I wordlessly got into the passenger seat.
  • "Hey, you look nice." He complimented. I snorted. I really didn't. I'd usually dress a little better to go see my parents. But I didn't totally bum it. I could tell Josh had literally JUST got out of the shower because his hair was still a little wet and his entire car smelled like Axe.
  • "Are you seriously okay? I can pretend to be sick and you can tell your mom I have malaria." He suggested. I laughed, remembering that I actually considered telling my parents my boyfriend died.
  • "It's okay. I'm okay." I assured, nodding my head.
  • "Promise?" He asked, offering his pinky. I wrapped my pinky around his and squeezed.
  • "Promise." I repeated. He smiled.
  • "Okay." He said quietly before starting his car and setting off to my parents house.
  • "So, how should I act? What should I do?" He asked, sounding almost nervous. I raised an eyebrow. What did he have to be nervous about?
  • "Uhhh.. Just be you. We're gonna have to hold hands and whatnot but just be yourself." I shrugged. He nodded.
  • He opened his mouth to say something but closed it.
  • "What?" I asked. His face slowly got red and he shook his head.
  • "Nothing." He mumbled. I tilted my head. I've never see Josh like this. Josh was almost always goofy. Kind of cocky. Never did I ever see him nervous, this was kind of unlike him.
  • "What are you all nervous about?" I asked out of curiosity. He shook his head.
  • "I don't know...." he said, giving me a weird look. I dropped the subject as we pulled up in front of my parents house. I exhaled deeply.
  • Josh parked and looked at me.
  • "You ready?" He asked, his face suddenly eager. I rolled my eyes. Not really. But there was no turning back. I sighed and nodded my head.
  • "Yeah, let's go." I mumbled, getting out of the car. My stomach was in knots. I didn't really care if they didn't like him or not... Okay, I did, but that wasn't my main concern. My main concern was that now my parents will now forever think of Josh Washington as my boyfriend. And that was really weird to me. Josh waited for me and once I caught up to him he gave me one last look as to say "are you sure you're sure?" I nodded my head and walked up to the door, knocking gracefully.
  • "Don't be nervous." He whispered quickly, just before the door opened and my smiling mother appeared.
  • "Sammy-bear!" She squeaked before hugging me tightly.
  • "Hi, mom." I giggled. I was happy to see her after almost a month. I needed this. She eyed Josh for a moment.
  • "Is the boyfriend I've heard next to nothing about?" My mom asked. I was kind of flustered.
  • "Uh, yes! Mom, this is my b-boyfriend, Josh." I said with an awkward smile. It felt so weird to say. I looked at Josh and he seemed almost confused and a bit lost. I grabbed his hand and gave him a look. He looked surprised for a moment, before snapping back into it.
  • "Uh-um, yeah, hi, I'm Josh Washington. Nice to finally meet you." He greeted politely. I was surprised he was capable.
  • "Hello, Josh, nice to finally meet you, too." My mom said. This might not be too bad.
  • "Well, come on in!" My mom cheered, scurrying into two house. I looked at Josh. He looked back at me.
  • "You okay?" He asked. I nodded. He squeezed my hand a little tighter. I involuntarily smiled. What the hell is happening to me? I brushed it off and yanked Josh in the house. I followed my mom into the dining room.
  • "Hey, Sam's here with her boyfriend!" My mom announced to my father, brother, and sister at the table.
  • "How much did you pay him to show?" My brother asked, causing Josh to chuckle. I, took my hand from his and elbowed him in the ribs.
  • "Shut up, Evan." I growled.
  • "Relax," Josh whispered in my ear. I let out a breath and calmed down. It was awkward for a moment, Josh and I being the only ones standing.
  • "Well, don't to strangers, sit down, you two!" My dad said. I did as my dad said and dragged Josh to a chair next to me and we both sat down.
  • "Uh, Josh, this is my dad. My brother, Evan, and my sister, Brooke." I introduced.
  • "Hi." He said awkwardly. Everyone else kind of mumbled "hellos."
  • "Well, dinners almost done, so for now, we can just talk." My mom shrugged.
  • "Josh." My dad said. Josh tensed up next to me.
  • "Yes?"
  • "Do you wanna come and help me get drinks for everyone?" My dad asked. I instantly got nervous. He was about to have a talk with Josh. And with Josh's attitude it might not be too pleasant. And Josh knew it because his foot started tapping on the floor like crazy. I put my hand on his.
  • "U-um, yeah!" He stammered. My dad nodded and got up up, then walking into the kitchen. Josh got up and walked with him, but not before giving me a peck on my head, which made me blush hard. My mother grinned as he walked away, noticing my almost surprised expression.
  • "How long have you two been dating?" My sister asked. I blinked slowly.
  • "A little more then a month." I said, kind of out of it.
  • "He really likes you, huh? He does! I can tell by the ways he acts!" My sister inquired. That caught me a little off guard and I had to think. I wasn't too sure if Josh was a good actor or not, but tonight it seemed like it. But then again, he was so nervous before we got here... And he was obviously trying to make some sort of good impression on my mom and who knows what's he saying to my dad.
  • "Right?" My sister asked. I thought a little but slowly nodded.
  • "Yeah.. I guess he does." I mumbled. As if on cue, my dad and Josh came out of the kitchen. I was almost surprised when thy came out laughing and talking. Josh slid in the chair next to me and my dad sat down as well.
  • "Some drinks..." Evan muttered. My dad's expression turned a bit sour upon realizing he didn't even get drinks.
  • "Damn. I'll get 'em." He said plainly, going back into the kitchen. I leaned close to Josh.
  • "What'd you say to him?" I whispered for only him to hear, kind of puzzled by how my dad was totally and absolutely cool with it. Josh smiled.
  • "The truth." He whispered confidently. My eyes went wide.
  • "About the you and I situation?" I replied. He shook his head.
  • "Not exactly." He whispered. I gave him a puzzled look and he just smiled at the rest of the table. I raised an eyebrow, kind of afraid of what they talked about. I almost didn't wanna know.
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  • The night went okay, Josh and I did fake couple things like hold hands at the table and and hug a little longer then most would. Everyone got along. It wasn't that bad. And the night was almost over.
  • "How about me make toasts?" My dad suggested.
  • "With Pepsi?" I quirked, tilting my head. My mom shrugged.
  • "Why not?" My mom smiled. She stood.
  • "I'll go first... A toast to my lovely family! I wouldn't change a thing." She said before sitting down. I smiled. Evan stood.
  • "A toast to myself. Because I am a bad-ass motherfucker." He said. My mother gasped and I slapped my hand over my mouth. Josh, however, proceeded to laugh his ass off.
  • "Evan! Language!" My father hissed. Evan just smirked. I slapped Josh's arm as he laughed hysterically.
  • "Josh!" I growled, trying myself not to laugh. He tapped my arm.
  • "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm calm." He chuckled, clearing his throat. Emma stood.
  • "A toast to Sam! I'm glad you finally decided to come over." She grinned and sat back down.
  • "Thank you." I mouthed to her before standing up for my turn. I thought before I spoke.
  • "Ahh, a toast to all of you! Mom, dad, Emma, Evan, Josh. You're all so important to me, and I don't know what I'd to without you." I finished before sitting down. Josh didn't even look at me before he stood up. He took a deep breath before starting.
  • "Okay, um, a toast to... My girlfriend. My beautiful, amazing, best friend. Sam.. I don't know where I'd be if I'd never met you. And I can never, ever, repay you for what you've done for me. Thank you." Josh finished before finally sitting back down. My jaw dropped open. I couldn't believe what he said. I looked at him for a long time. He didn't look back at me. A smile slowly stretched across my face and I leaned over and pecked Josh on the cheek. He smiled and blushed.
  • "That was nice..." my mother said quietly. My dad stood up.
  • "Well, my toast is also to my wonderful family. And Josh, who I hope will stay around a long while. Tonight was perfect in the most imperfect way. And that's just the way I want it." My father finished to close the night. We all smiled. My mother wiped the forming tears out of her eyes. Josh wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him. I leaned into his chest and smiled. Tonight was amazing.
  • "Um, I really think we should get going.." I announced, intertwining my fingers with Josh's
  • "Are you sure?" My mom asked. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, it's getting late I'm tired." I said. My brother snorted.
  • "Use condoms." He said. My face flushed and Josh laughed.
  • "Evan, stop!" I hissed. Josh squeezed my shoulder and I relaxed. I don't know why that of all things calmed me down. My head was all confused, I needed sleep.
  • "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Josh mumbled. I was about to ask what he was talking about until he pulled me into him and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't respond out of surprise. And then he stepped back. I couldn't speak, just babbled incoherent things. Did... he just... do that? Maybe it was just for my parents to see it now something, I don't know. Now we really needed to go.
  • "Bye everyone, I love you!" I said loudly before dragging Josh out the door. We got in the car and drove away.
  • "Well that was ah... Interesting." Josh quirked. I nodded slowly. And it was. It went a lot better then expected to
  • "Yeah...." I mumbled, still kind of shocked by the random kiss. I didn't know if he was planning it or what but I was still kind of surprised. I mean, I was still have a hard time processing Josh as my "boyfriend."
  • "Maybe we should go out as a couple again sometime. Pretend to be a couple around town." Josh shrugged. I snorted.
  • "Or we could not pretend.." he said quietly. What was he implying? I mean, I knew he was joking but still. I laughed.
  • "Good one." I replied. He stayed silent for a second.
  • "Yeah, I was uh... just.... just joking." He said quietly. The rest of the care ride was silent until he pulled up to my apartment building.
  • "Thank you so, so, so much for this Josh! I have no idea how to repay you!" I thanked as I exited the car. He put a hand up.
  • "Don't. Tonight was nice." He said. I nodded and turned to walk inside. Then I remembered something I wanted to ask him and turned back around.
  • "Josh?" I asked. He looked at me.
  • "Yeah?"
  • "When you said you told my dad the truth... What did you mean?" I asked curiously. Josh bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
  • "Well.. He asked me how I really felt about you. So I told him the truth." Josh said simply. I thought for a minute. But when my dad came out of the kitchen, he was still obviously under the impression that Josh and I were dating. Wait a minute... I finally put two and two together. He literally asked me out in the car and I thought he was kidding! He was not kidding!
  • "Oh, wait, Josh..." I said, feeling like an asshole. He shook his head.
  • "Don't worry about it, Sam. I'll see you later." He said, driving off without another word.  I called for him but he kept driving, driving, driving and then he was gone. My head was running wild. I'm so dumb. I didn't realize Josh liked me.. I'm not even sure how I feel about him. I mean... I don't know if I like him... Of course not, its Josh. Obviously I do, he's the only one that can do what he does to me. Ugh, this was so confusing. Suddenly, my phone started to buzz and I pulled it out of my pocket and it was a text. From Josh.
  • "I had to do it just once." It said. I ran my fingers over my lips and felt my cheeks get red.
  • Ugh... Josh... What did I do?
Dear people that I love and cherish dearly,

I’m really sorry for my lapses in emotional normalcy. I promise I’m trying to get better, so that I don’t end up hurting anyone. I didn’t really sleep last night and kept thinking about all of this. Today I decided to take a deep breath and try harder. I know I have super terrible trust issues and I’m super scared of getting close to people, but I’m going to try and let that go. I’m going to trust all of you and let you take it from there. No more questioning or doubts. I love you all.

Prayer request

Hey tumblr,
I ask for prayers for my mom. Someone in our parish community gave her employment, but he hasn’t paid her in almost a month, and other things. Thanks to God, she just got a job offer doing what she used to do. But her current job is getting to her health wise. She will be quitting soon, and the boss is intimidating on purpose. Please pray for my mother and her health, and that she may be able to leave that suckish place smoothly. Thank you so much and please don’t hesitate to send me your prayer requests.

Also for the conversion of that man.

Hi beautiful tumblr family. I have a very urgent prayer request. My friend’s boyfriend’s mom has just gone into cardiac arrest and she is going through open heart surgery as I am typing this. She’s been very sick for a while, and this is very very hard for the family and my friend. Please pray for healing, and if she doesn’t pull through, please pray for peace and God to be present throughout this horrible situation. Thank you guys, I love you all.