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[thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop]

Sometimes it’s 3 AM when you find yourself wide awake and wildly restless in both body + soul. As ideas stir within your mind, you might just find yourself contemplating brewing some fresh coffee and waiting for the sight of the grey December sunrise to peak out of the depths of the horizon. ….Aaand so you shuffle into the kitchen, pull out your french press + your journal and pry open the curtains to wait for dark to gracefully lift to light.

Yes, for me, this is definitely one of those mornings. 

[godlywoman]

God longs for us to come to a silent place where He can have all of our attention.

Eric Gilmour (via godlywoman)

[godlywoman]

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I am saved.” I’m whispering, “I get lost.” That is why I chose this way.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I am weak and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are too visible but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, which is why I seek HIS name.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge. I have no authority. I only know I’m loved.

—Author unknown

[excerptsofstories]

They’ve written poems and sonnets and novels and songs and movies about you. About the person who shows up just in time with all of the right intentions and you know exactly how to make me feel. You know how to hold me when everything starts to fall apart, and you know how to make me feel like you can put it all back together. You give me a look that I can’t ever decipher, but I try to. You laugh at my jokes and endlessly tease me about that one dumb thing I did three weeks ago. You understand when something hurts, and you can’t take the pain away no matter how hard you want to try. You assure me that you can cry on me and rub my back and let me show my emotions, no matter how much I hate it. You’re that cliché everything I need in a person. And now I understand why they write all of these poems and sonnets and novels and songs and movies about you. I get why you’re so important to them. Because you’re that much more important to me.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1064 // and i can’t thank you enough (via excerptsofstories)

[mailakue]

Stalked my little brother today because I miss him. And then I found this. The bottom tweet was from September. The top tweet was from October. I saw this and I cried. It’s amazing what God can do in less than a month. AH! Isn’t He so good? No matter where our hearts may be, or how far it seems we’ve run from Him, He is always always always drawing us near to Him.

I don’t know where you are at today, but I know this: You are never too far beyond the Father’s reach. His love knows no bounds.

[dovumaithi]

[excerptsofstories]

I have this constant fear that I’m never going to forget him. The way his brown eyes pierced mine or his goofy grin that always made my heart beat ten times faster. And what sucks the most is that he was never mine to begin with. But I fell hopelessly in love with him. It’s been two years and I can’t forget him. And in the middle of the night when everything is quiet and everyone’s asleep I think of him. Even if I don’t realize it he finds his way back into my memory to the point where it makes me sick to my stomach and I can’t breathe because I don’t want to love him anymore. And it sucks because I thought I was forgetting him. I was finally happy. And then my memory of him comes back, and I’m sitting in the corner of my room tears pouring down my face and my throat burns because I’m screaming to the ceiling begging myself to forget him. And I hope that I will.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1032 // @ok.kxtelyn on Instagram (via excerptsofstories)

[thesecretletter]

Another day has gone by and you still haven’t spoken to me. I sit checking my phone constantly, debating whether to text you.. my friends tell me not to, that you’ll come to me once you realised that you miss me.. but why do I not think you will? I just want to tell you I love you and I miss you. I just want to show up on your doorstep with flowers and takeaway and watch your favourite tv show. I’m dying more and more each day and it’s not getting easier. Will it ever? I’ll never find anybody else like you, and I know you’ll look for me in somebody else. I want you to regret shutting me out and letting me go. I want you back so bad. Fuck! I am so in love with you. I know I should let go but I don’t want to. I’m holding onto hope and it’s crushing me slowly.

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

[godlywoman]

Contentment is freedom from worry and frustration about unfulfilled desires in my life.

Charles Stanley (via godlywoman)

[thesecretletter]

I know you must hate me. Believe me I know I would too. We had just ended things with our partners and we started talking. We took things way to fast and that was okay because for once I felt like it was right. Our hearts connected and synced so well that I didn’t even have to question it. I’m sorry that I ruined things. I let my thoughts cloud my heart and ended up leaving you. You deserve so much more than that. Honestly the short time I have spent my time to you, I could name out your likes and dislikes. What drives you mad and what makes you extremely happy. I felt like we were together for years and yet it was less than a month. I was falling in love you. I was this close To telling you I loved you but….would have you ever believed me? I guess it’s to late now and I will never forgive myself for that.

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[thesecretletter]

I miss you so much and I hate it. I’ve loved you for the past 10 years and no matter what I do, it just doesn’t go away. Even when I didn’t talk to you for months, even when I had other boyfriends.. it was still always YOU. The memories of you were always there in the back of my mind, reminding me of what I could never have. No one else could ever look at me the way you do, no one else could ever mean as much to me as you do. When I looked into your eyes, time stood still, and that was a thing I never experienced with anyone else except you. To me, it was magic. You were my first love and you will always be the only one. And in a way I am happy that it’s you I love, because I couldn’t imagine anyone better, but at the same time I sometimes wish I didn’t have to love you so much. The thought that maybe you are the one scares me, because I can never have you. I can never have you and still, I’ll always love you. And I know that it’s love, because I just want you to be happy, even if it’s without me. You don’t even understand what all this means to me and I can’t talk to you about it. Trying to tell you what I felt was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made and I just wish I could take it all back and make things right. I don’t ask anything of you.. I just wish I could see your smile one more time. Loving someone in silence hurts the most.

Your secrets are safe here (via thesecretletter)

[thesecretletter]

I find it hard to remember the part where the love I felt for you was untainted. Your soul is a tangled, chaotic mess. Somewhere along the lifetimes, all the pieces of you got stuck together like a ball of sloppy paper mache’, and now the finished product is like one of the sculptures my bird makes from his own shit. If you wonder why I didn’t hold onto you, it’s because you gave me nothing to hold on to. I couldn’t keep deluding myself that the shit sculpture was really a Michaelangelo. I couldn’t pretend not to always feel your hands around my throat, even your love was strangling me~ just as much as your hatred tried to do that fateful night. And now, as I embark on the rest of my life, you pop back in with the same narcissistic bullshit ya always offer… like some bottomless backpack of MeMeMe that coats everything you come close to. You no longer affect me. You’re like this… leftover science project that I lost interest in, but spent too much time on to just pitch in the dumpster. So ya sit in the closet, under the rest of the shit that no longer inspires me, and take up space. Well ya Do know what happens when a person moves, right? They decide what to take with them. And they leave behind the rest. Can you guess what happens now? As I pack to leave this Brokedown Palace? As I fill boxes and get ready to drive away? Rhetorical question. Good luck to you. You are an old song stuck in an endless loop, and I am the tune the moon hums while she rises. There are places to go now where you will never be, and can never follow. If I remember, I’ll give an imaginary wave as I go.

Your secrets are safe here (via thesecretletter)

[thelovewhisperer]

Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying whether they’ll give anything back. Or if they’re gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn’t something that happens to you. Maybe it’s something you have to choose. And, so while this is completely against my beliefs, I’m gonna let myself fall in love with you, even though guys always seem to hurt me, I guess I have to take that chance, I mean if I didn’t, I would probably just give up on love altogether, and that has to be the saddest thing ever, so here I go again, I’m just praying this time, my heart won’t end up breaking all over again. But i know it’ll be worth it.

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[books-n-quotes]

I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.

Jewel Kilcher, Chasing Down the Dawn (via books-n-quotes)

[thesecretletter]

I can’t believe what I stumble upon this magnificent morning. It made so happy, yet why is it that at the same it tore me apart… Well I’ll tell you why!! I am happy with you! I couldn’t ever find the right time to say anything. I’ve had it locked up waiting for to said it for ever it feels like. Our adventures I could never replace them. they were my saving grace for the longest time just going out and doing something. I miss everything about them. If I could go back I would we play those days over and over without a second hesitation. Life was grand. And I’m still here fighting the good fight it might not look like it OK I know it now you’ll know it I honestly feel the same way you do! And if you would like to proceed with moving this forward I’m all for it you have my upmost gratitude my attention and my respect and that I honestly lately has been the hardest thing to give to anyone. I might not be picture-perfect but really who is you were my first real best friend and I really when it’s on us I hold nothing back I am not a social person and never have been I might’ve acted but that’s me I hide my pain. I feared rejection because I knew that would tear me apart I don’t plan on going anywhere I will always be here for you. And no one absolutely no one will get in my way of being happy and with you I’m happy. I really need to show it more yes totally agree like most 160 whatever you could put it up to 1000 for all I care but that’s how I feel and that’s not going away! Ever. I love you I will always and forever even on my deathbed I will still claim it proudly!

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[kissthewave-deactivated20211128]

No one is too bad for Jesus. A lot of people think they are too good for Jesus.

Timothy Keller  (via littlethingsaboutgod)