sealegzz

I'm not for everyone; I'm barely for myself.

[witanddelight]

[sealegzz]

“Your words will prophesied their character”

[sealegzz]

The sun is set. It’s dark enough to know that it is time. The color of my skin starts dripping onto the floor. My lips begin to chap. My eyes too tired to produce anything to fall out of them. I’m forced to know what is the motive behind every thing I do. Why I chose the words that spilled out of my mouth. Why I didn’t wipe up the mess. Guilt is real life BUMMER. 

I ask myself why every night. I feel down, emptied out. Then, while my head lays still, pushing itself into the pillow. I close my eyes and I pray. My body feels light enough manuever. My heart being blown up like a balloon. Restored. Healed. Full. 

I tend to lose myself a lot. I only knew how to find parts of me when I wasn’t too tired to search. There was always pieces missing, left behind. There were always things left unsaid. Once I handed what was left of my life to God, I was restored in a way that I always dreamed about. Safe. Free. Loved. 

Even though I still get scared I’ll wake up one morning and be the same bummed out twenty something year old, I look down at my hands and see the woman that surrendered. I never saved myself --I was saved by Grace. 

[valscrapbook]

[partying]

via @minnahigh

[sealegzz]

I also think people tend to forget that taking care of others is just as important/productive. 

[prettystuff]

[worshipgifs]

[love2bfit]

Biggest bedroom fantasy?

Getting 10 hours of sleep.

[sabonhomeblog]

[habermannandsons]

[anditslove]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[tutta-mia]

wine cellar caves | Pietragalla, Italy

[naturaekos]

“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”

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[cristalplanetheart]

[sealegzz]

I’m here now. The spot where I never really thought that I’d make it to. Comfortable. Secure. Loved. 

Why do I miss where I used to be? I hated it, didn’t I? The insecurities. The wondering. The wandering. The tears. 

There’s little pieces that still creep up on me that remind me how strong I was. I am. There’s little pieces that are embedded into my heart. That even with the passing time, stayed. Who I was is still who I am. Somewhere in there. 

[sealegzz]

do you ever just .....get sad? 

[sealegzz]

there’s a fullness in my heart and a butterfly in my rib