Downstairs:  David Caedmon / 27

Okay, this styling is NOTHING like Jessa.  …Jessa is hard and edgy and stern.  This is soft, feminine and has flow.  BUT!  There’s something in her facial expressions and hair that shows me that Jessa has the potential TO soften up.  …not saying that she should or anything though.  Just… when I was looking at this, I couldn’t miss the resemblance to Jessa in the facial features, despite the hat and easy/breezy feel of this.  So, a different look at Jess - because you have to only look at the face/hair and ignore the rest :p

insiders:  isabelle “izzi” leigh / 13.

insiders: morgZ / 17.

I will not pretend to feel the pain you’re going through,
I know I cannot comprehend the hurt you’ve known.
And I used to think it mattered if I understood,
…but now I just don’t know.

Well, I’ll admit sometimes I still wish I knew what to say…
And, I keep looking for a way to fix it all.
But, we know we’re at the mercy of God’s higher ways
And our ways are so small.

But I will carry you to Jesus.
He is everything you need.
I will carry you to Jesus on my knees.
_________________________

Dearest Charlotte Taegan. Your tears hurt me every time I see them fall. I know our faith is shaky and torn and burned. But, your undying faith and hope keep us going. You, small as you are, carry us. You lead us through. You hold us up. You make us strong. And, while we’re broken, you make us brave — help us stand tall when we’d rather cradle in a corner away from the hurt. I’ll catch every single tear and cry with you. I’ll never let you go. We will make it through together. These tears and rips at the heart will build us up. They’ll puddle in mercy water, showering us in grace and redemption. We will dance again darling. Until then, I will hold your hand and be the one to sing you to sleep. I will carry you to Jesus on my knees..

insiders:  Abigail Riley (15; left) talking to either Rachael or Sydney.

Downstairs/DTeam guys/men

DOWNSTAIRS insiders: David Caedmon / 27.

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They were still arguing when I pushed and squirmed my way out.
_{It was too late.} mistakes had
opened the door for her challengers. 

she fell hard. Scrambling to her feet
only to stumble.
_{watched in dismay.}
he turns away and ignores me.

It hurt a lot and I cried, but not for long.
_{clearly in distress.}

put on a brave face.

Everyone has forgotten about me!


_{If you play alone you will never lose.}


Please don’t try to win.

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*we brought her to tears*
molly’s thoughts then:
….it still makes me unable to move.
i cannot look in her eyes. my heart breaks in so many fragments. 
this piece is the hardest, but most beautifully important thing we may have ever done.

someone finally sat beside me, and made it okay.
someone could look ME in the eye and feel what I feel. understand me. help me. heal me. know me. care about me. hold onto a part of what i wouldn’t let anyone see or know…..and take some of that, carry it, and let that be okay.


……i have absolutely never known that before. 
and i want to cry.

please, please be gentle with me on this — i’ve never been so afraid to share.