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Plitvice, por Sorin Rechitan.

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Home

Home is a place where you feel like no one judge you, where you feel conformable, where you can get all your worries out. Home is where you can be you where no one care about what you do. Home is a place where people care about you the most and you care for them. What ever happen to the place where i could call it my home. My second home isn’t what it use to be. I feel like i just got kick out of that home, Where no one care anymore. Four year ago, when i first step in to this place where i can call home, it was perfect, no one judge we were having so much fun, staying up late. I remember hanging out in the common area til 6 am, or we be in the kitchen chilling, talking, and then at 6 am we went running. I remember, when we all cry, together because of all the letters that been writing or we have written. I remember going to confession, being scared and cry, and that I remember Shar help me up and walk with me. I remember being in the assembly room just rapping for hours, and we smell smoke we had to evaluate and while we were there we be playing games outside. I remember my first adoration talk, which led to my first praise & Worship talk. I remember playing the Three Part Cheer and which a group cheated in all fun. I remember going to a middle school and teaching them cheer, which led me to meeting my adding Jeri. I remember the Lock-in during my birthday and i woke up so early because of a birthday gift. I remember doing all this skit from me and noel informercial, to the rules skit. I remember singing songs, and having a battle between everything you can think off. I remember the bond of all the candidates to all the leaders, and of course i remember the memories that i made with each and everyone, that i will not forget. What ever happen to this home i remember, what happen to the home i am use too. Most important why does it not feel like home anymore. That home isn’t my home anymore, it more of where my second family is at. The leaders and the candidates is my home, my inspiration, and my role model. It not a goodbye but is a see you later in the future. I’m not sad or mad about leaving, but more of i’m happy for them, because They are doing a good Job and awesome Job, and i can be more Proud of them. 

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Anonymous asked: Do you have a valentineee?

No not yet, going to ask lol =)

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I can’t believe that i had to miss this whole weekend of retreat. There were two retreat going on this weekend. I was going to go to one ended up not allow to go. At first I was mad and sad about not going. To be honest, i was full of emotion, when i was told i wasn’t able to go i got mad drove off somewhere  i didn’t want to be but ended up going there. When i got to the place i sat in my car mad and sad talking on the phone. I was really dying inside to cry but i did cry i can admit that. It hard not being a leader at this one place. Everyone know that i love being a leader that it my life. Everyone know that i would do anything for them. Most of the leader were leaders because of my influence i had on them. I was one or two role model and influence, and i feel like i fail them. That i shouldn’t be a role model to them. A lot been going though my mind this weekend. That i really do miss being a leader, but i feel like everything i work for have been taking away in a heart beat. I took it personality that i couldn’t go on this other retreat, because of someone telling them not to take me. A lot of people know that i want to be a keynote or a speaker for a retreat and gives talk to the youth and inspired them as many inspired me, and talk to them about the life of christ. I had an oppuninty this weekend to do so, to learn more. As i was told about not going, i feel like that person who told, took everything away, they took my life, my spirit and my hope of youth ministry. To mind to say, it hurt so much, that I’m feeling this way. At this point nothing will get me back to my old self, but i need to do it before this summer retreat. Many of my fellow leaders ask how come I’m not a leader, well i just feel useless, and that i wasn’t doing anything in a way to help the youth, and even to help myself to learn how to be who i want to be. Like i said earlier i recently just lost my hope and spirit to be part of youth ministry. Any who, just listening to all of these praise & worship music, watching video from retreat, just bring back so much memories, memories i will keep. One thing i do know is that i may be feeling this way, but in the end hate them or love them all the leaders are my family and i love them to death. One day i can go back to what i use to call my home. For now I’m doing big thing for the thing i love to do. And for now all i need to remember is that “Greater thing had yet to come, Greater thing still had to be done in this city”.

tylerchavers:

“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations. I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.

See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you. You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly you see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say no. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song.”

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