Thoughts and junk...

With all the money we spend on war to kill, we could spend on food and necessities for life.
Sometimes you just need to be hugged.
Girls give guys grief for being fake, but we wake up every morning and paint on a new face. (accidental alliteration at the beginning.)
Chicks aren't always hormonal. Sometimes we're just ticked off. Believe it or not, our bodies don't own us.
Why is it okay to kill a baby a second before birth, but if a mother killed that child a second after she would go to jail?
It's 11:11.
Sometimes a hand in a hand is simply that, but sometimes it is so much more.
Sometimes, people just can't know all the answers.
It seems like most people think about God only when bad things happen and it's to blame Him, never to rejoice in the miracle that they are even alive.
We are all hypocrites, and the moment we admit it is the moment that we can even try to fix it.
Some songs are just more powerful than others.
It's okay to cry.
It's okay to love.
It's okay to sing, even off key.
It's okay to make mistakes.
It's okay to never give up, even when the world is spitting on you.
It's okay to color the sky purple and the grass orange.
It's okay to be passionate about things you hold dear.
It's okay to love God.
It's okay to be quiet.
It's okay to be loud.
It's okay to be a geek.
It'd okay to be crazy.
It's okay to doubt.
It's okay to scream at the top of your lungs.
It's okay to feel terrible.
It's okay to feel on top of the world.
It's okay to be exactly the way you are.
Love always,
This gal.