The way you hugged me Last night Before you left me Was not a hug that made me feel like I’d never see you again. It was a hug that said “I’m looking forward to spending forever with you.” And that warmed my heart to the core. … You’re so beautiful to me.
this urn will turn you into a tree after you die
underscoremjm: seapeny: rainbow-road-to-happiness: You can choose what kind of tree you want to become Idk I just find this beautiful just imagine cemeteries looking like this a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself. this is...
Discussing the Word of God with the Man you love is everything. There is nothing that feels better than that. I love how God brings the greatest things together when you allow him. I love that he is the center of our relationship. It is so obvious how important it is to be equally yoked as well as in alignment with The Lord. I speak it into existence that my union with my soon to be husband will...
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the...– N’tima (via noorimherz)
My heart shakes. My eyes tear through the darkness. I just woke up from the scariest dream I’ve ever conjured up. Bits and pieces of memories. Of movies. Of real life and imaginary things All pooled into a one 1-hour scene In my mind. So now when I open my eyes Fifteen minutes later in real time My body is shook to its core. How do I control what I dream? My little brother used...
sob sob im a teenage girl sob sob
so-drool: wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i am very sad yes i am very sad and i mean that very literally whooooooooooooooooooooooo i am happy as heck happy as heck right now and mean it very hard 😂😂😂😂
I’m going to start a record collection. And buy a record player lol. Can’t forget about that last part hahaha.
The Art of Love.
The art of love has humble beginnings Strokes of diligence and fight. Beads of blood and sweat drip from the head and the hands Of those who give themselves to the work To the patience To the heart of the beauty of it. And when the talk of those who don’t believe Or feel And who honestly don’t care, begin to creep their way into your thoughts Kindly remind them that what you...
someone: *says something*
me: breaks into a song with a word they just said
A Photo A Day
And then compiling everything into a Summer Portfolio? That sounds like an amazing idea.
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.– Romans 12:10
When you wake up and understand that you are here for a purpose…everything changes. This morning I really had to sit down and think about the fact that I even woke up. I’m not here by accident. Not here for just any old reason. Not here to be by myself. Alone. I’m here for a purpose. Everything that I do has a purpose behind it. Or there should be a purpose behind those things....
Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.– Leo Buscaglia (via thepinesaredancing)
nikoleevette: mememaster: abbysetcetera: Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own. That’s deep Vrai.
chrisshaw: he watches she strokes his hair plays in it..fingers engulfed. and he smiles. no one has ever done this before. not like this. not with this kind of love. safe in her hands he is comforted. she is happy. Perfect.
Stained Love Letters and Everything In Between.
Stained love letters. Black tea. Rain. Jazz. Silence. A guitar. Poetry. Books. Neutral colors. Painted toes. Chicken sandwiches. My bible. Peacefulness. Falling asleep in the arms of the man I love. Old journals. Musk perfume. Windy mornings. Dim lights and stained love letters to the one that I love.