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I like the idea that someday, through God’s perfect time–-we’ll perfectly run into each other’s arms again and might as well spend the rest of our lives together. I admit it. Lately, I’ve been dreaming about you; about us. I caught myself thinking about ‘us’ in future. And now, I don’t know why I’m still wondering. Isn’t it bad if I’m still hoping that we’ll end up together?
Getting my hopes up, again. // (L.M)
So if you’re not loving Him well, you don’t need to try harder, you need to believe that He loves you more.
Mike Donehey (via denisecua)
It’s weird when you realize the person you once told everything to now has no idea of what’s happening in your life.
Excerpt from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
Intersection
I miss you. Do you know that? Do you know that when I take the train, I always look outside the window hoping you'll be on the platform? Do you know that?
Do you remember the promises you told me? How you would go to me and we'll spend our nights together walking in silence?
Do you remember when you said that we'll be together? That all I have to do was say yes and I'll be yours.
Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe I've been waiting for too long.
Or maybe we both know that we're trains that we're meant to part ways in the intersection.
You’re going to cry, and you’re going to hurt. You’re going to wonder, and you’re probably going to blunder. You’re going to question and plead, asking “Why me?!” But in the end, you’re going to breathe. So breathe and breathe until you have gotten the ache out; breathe and breathe until you have forgotten the hurt. You will be different, but you will be better, whether it was from a broken heart or the loss of a dream. You’re still alive, and you’re getting much better.
T.B. LaBerge // You’re Going To Be Better (via tblaberge)
Jerri Finch (Belfast, Ireland) - Burning Off, 2011 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Why do we raise our arms in worship? Because that’s the same thing my little girl does when she wants daddy to lift her up.”
Tenth Avenue North
Aware of the Silence, 2014 | by Nina Lindfors
He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
Trains.
2 years. It's been two years since I saw your face. Maybe it was a good thing we never had common friends, maybe not.
But I really miss you. I miss your evening calls and your stupid jokes. I miss the way you make me feel like a silly 16 year old. I miss talking to you. I miss looking at those sites and videos you send me when I feel lonely.
But when I look back, I see that I only miss you when I'm alone. But is it weird that I still wish that I could see you in the train? Every time I take the train and it stops at your station, I always wonder if I'll get to see you. But I know I'll never do. And maybe it's a good thing.Maybe it's for the best. Because it might break our hearts again. And I don't want a repeat of that.
So I'll just keep on missing you. I'll keep missing your evening calls and your stupid jokes. I'll keep missing the way you make me feel like a silly 16 year old. I'll keep missing talking to you. and I'll keep missing looking at those sites and videos you send me when I feel lonely.
And I'll keep on looking at the train's window wishing you'll pass by.
I’m not used to being wanted
6 Word Poem (via emoties)
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)
I was the fall back. The one who was always there. Wanted when the time was right, pushed away when something better came along. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Worthless, silly, stupid, horrible. You make me feel like I’m just not good enough when reality is, it’s you who isn’t at all good enough for me. You’ve made your bed, go lay in it. You’ve got your perfect little life now that I’m gone, now that you’ve decided that I’m just not good enough to be a part of it anymore. It’s fine. Just go. And don’t come back.
When you are feeling a distance from God, ask Him to tear down the walls that you built to keep Him out. You may not have built them intentionally, but you did build them; and now you are feeling it within your soul. Christ never leaves us, He is always around, we just tend to ignore Him sometimes, even though His praise is always on our lips.
T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace and the Gospel (via godmoves)
