Every newborn child is a message that God is not yet discouraged of us
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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
God creates some gorgeous days.. #happymonday
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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
"Some people just have no depth.."
I missed you today. Those four words sound like words when they’re more like feeling, and truth, and hurt, and desire, and anguish, and even regret. They’re torn up confused emotions allowing you to want to rip your insides out because you don’t understand this feeling you’re feeling and why you’re feeling it. Well, you know why, but you sometimes question why you have to, or why it has to feel the way that it does. Or WHY. Just WHY. Nothing else but just WHY. Like WHY insides, why. Which leads to an even bigger question, WHY are you forced to miss someone, what did YOU do, or what did that person do to make them diminish from you’re atmosphere enough to have to be forced to miss them. Favorite part of your day being with that person, or laughing, or smiling, or maybe even kissing that person. Its the healthiest high God could ever have blessed us with, other than happiness, its love. The ultimate, unforgiving feeling that you don’t choose. It’s thrust upon you like an unwelcome tsunami. Forgive me if this starts to not make sense or reads like gibberish. No editing or rereading is being done. I’m just writing…. Why must we take for granted the most amazing moments you have left to grasp upon that in fact creates the feeling of missing someone. I have to stop writing..
