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My looking to Jesus brings me joy and peace—but it is God’s looking to Jesus which secures my salvation and that of all His elect, since it is impossible for our God to look at Christ, our bleeding Surety, and then to be angry with us for sins already punished in Him.
Spurgeon (via crimsonandsnow)
I found something I wrote in the process of getting over my first love.
Anyone who's ever been in love can attest: no amount of pain will ever make it unworthy of its praise. Being in love is never-ending, ever-changing, and as painful as it gets. Even when love is lost, every ounce of it was, is worth the ride.
These, are pieces of my heartache. A mirror into my broken heart, the anthem to my redemption story, and the beginning of the end of my first love.
“Close your eyes and think about that boy. Tell me how he makes you feel. Let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. Allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. Take a deep breath and try to put those dark thoughts aside. For once, let go of the reins you’ve wrapped so tightly around your heart. I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.” Feeling the feelings was only half the battle: finding the words was the hardest part. My strength was always having the words, at least written down. Turning everything into literature became a coping skill, but when it comes to you I’ve lost the ability to let words flow freely.
It’s been a long while since I’ve turned you into literature. A lot has changed since the last time. You’re still “that boy” that wanders through my mind anytime I read something as ambiguous as that. But it began to feel different.. Bittersweet. The traces around your shoulders looked a bit more crooked, that beautiful smile turned the least bit sullen. The deep breaths I took, became much deeper and filled with terror of what was to come. The reins were wrapped tightly, and the storm raged harder. But then again, I never did mind walking in the rain. Feeling the water come down from heaven like little pieces of you, a gift from God. Until little drops turned into puddles of salt water on my bathroom floor, filled with mascara laced eyelashes and traces of last night’s argument.
It was Something that couldn’t be helped, couldn’t be avoided.
The “building of character”, the “finding the best you”, the “great climb toward the rest of your life”, but no one ever expected that meant the best you was one without us.
How do you fall in love with yourself?
The same way you fall in love with someone else. Acknowledge the bad, embrace the good, and grow.
be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.
I rather you fall in love with my naked soul than my naked body. I am more than breasts and ass. I am a sensation. I am to be felt without being touched. I am to be understood without being seen.
Samantha King (via raysofthesun)
When people walk away from you, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who left.
(via barbellsandfortitude)
He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
Jeanette Winterson (via rabbitinthemoon)
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via fluorene)
If you inherently long for something, become it first. If you want gardens, become the gardener. If you want love, embody love. If you want mental stimulation, change the conversation. If you want peace, exude calmness. If you want to fill your world with artists, begin to paint. If you want to be valued, respect your own time. If you want to live ecstatically, find the ecstasy within yourself. This is how to draw it in, day by day, inch by inch.
Victoria Erickson (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons.
Thomas Christopher Greene, I’ll Never Be Long Gone: A Novel (via a-thousand-words)
I’m no longer spending my life chasing time. Today is what it is. Tomorrow is what it will be. I’m not going to overthink any of it. Wherever I am at the moment is where I’m meant to be…there’s no better feeling than giving the present your full attention.
(via raysofthesun)
it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
wow..
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.
Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via girl-violence)
I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Arctic Monkeys (via happiest)
