Every newborn child is a message that God is not yet discouraged of us
Metaphors, metaphors. I love metaphors. I live through metaphors, hell I’ve loved through metaphors. They complete me.. I think my brain thinks vicariously through metaphors.. Through music, through thought. Sometimes my music is the narrator to my life and i communicate through such. I spoke to you through metaphors, I insinuated through music, and I loved through every ounce of feel I could possibly think of.. and I loved through you. We were the most beautiful metaphor there was.. were.. was.. used to.. like an old beaten down home with broken knobs and cracked floors, that has memories and love. Its still beautiful, but it WAS magnificent. Was smelly.. still standing, still alive, still hopeful, still optimistic, yet still beaten.. until someone falls in love with it and repairs it, fixes the cracks, hangs new paintings, and plays beautiful music throughout its hallways. Sweet lullabies, sweet nothings, and a fireplace to warm its insides because it’s the sole reason the house is still standing, to be found, and fixed, and repaired, and cared for. Adorned, and new and happy. Holy hell where have I gone? Too many metaphors! haha Goodnight tumblr that’s all for now. Said the happy character with a smile on her face. :D
Church was amazing today. God is so good y’all.
I feel bad for the people that never get to experience the love I had.. It was amazing, it was rough, it was real.. and it was happy. It was happiness.. It defined being completely and utterly whole. It taught you how to love, and that my friends is what created the hippie in me. #love #peace #life #wouldntchangeathing