I have an odd preference for using my fingers to pray the rosary rather than an actual rosary. I get distracted by the rosary in my hands otherwise- which is assuredly my fault for lacking strong concentration. Either way I find myself immersed in the prayer when I use my fingers, but struggling to keep focus using the rosary.

The problem is, people are too nice. You can’t pray the rosary in a group without somebody jumping to the rescue ” here! I have an extra one!” And then I feel I must accept for politeness’ sake.

I just really like using my fingers. That’s why there’s ten of them, right?

goldenfeet:

I’ve truly loved all of the Doctor’s female companions in the new series so far, but I’ve also noticed that they are all the same in one respect: they’ve all been feisty, daring, adventurous, etc.  now, it’s terribly fun to watch the Doctor meet and instantly click with a heroine, and for her to immediately fall right in with him and his ways and his quirks, as if she’s known him all her life.

but I’m waiting for the companion who’s quiet, timid, and painfully shy.  She doesn’t know who this Doctor person is, but he terrifies her, and the concept of traveling through space and time terrifies her, and she just wants to go home and read a book by herself.  maybe she and the Doctor are thrown together by some freak coincidence, and then further obstacles prevent the Doctor from simply taking her home again.  Perhaps he’s not too fond of her, either.

but they begin to change, throughout the journey that they are forced to take together.  they begin to warm to each other.  when finally given the chance to go home, she decides to stay instead.

and by the end of their time together, she would have been drawn out of her shell, and he would have likewise grown by spending time with someone so drastically different from him.  Both would have been transformed by their relationship and the adventures they have shared.

that’s what I want to see.

And on a random (I’m thinking about the interview I had today) note:

I hate the questions “what do you think your best qualities are?” and “what do you think your worst qualities are?” Questions like those give me a mental explosion.

On the one hand I know I exaggerate my worst qualities in my mind and belittle my good ones. I just do this. And I know it. Knowing this I willfully try not to. Then again I know they’re expecting an answer that makes you a good candidate but also honest. And hey I have a problem talking about my good qualities because I feel like I’m sounding conceited. Like can I just talk about myself and you find out my good qualities for yourself? Think of me as a character in a book. I have no problem with you analyzing my character. Remember twelfth grade English. That’s right! Character sketch!

And when I’m asked what my worst qualities are I instantly think of every bad thing I’ve ever done. I ATE THE. COOKIE WHEN I WAS TEN. I SAID I DIDN’T. BUT IT WAS ME. IM GUILTY. GUILTY I SAY.

lafoilecoeurlart:

Young men with babies
too adorable for words

(via sicutcervus)

You know what really bugs me? That a boy can be seen as “unmanly” for reading certain books but nobody blinks an eyelash at a girl reading anything she chooses.

The books I’m talking about aren’t even necessarily “girly” by nature or whatever. They’re books that a boy would enjoy just as well as a girl, but because the cover image is of a girl etc. suddenly it’s not okay for a boy to read? I mean wut.