Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.
Tyler Kent White 

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And after years of hearing the heart-cry of women, I am convinced beyond a doubt of this: God wants to be loved. He wants to be a priority to someone. How could we have missed this? From cover to cover, from beginning to end, the cry of God’s heart is, “Why won’t you choose Me?” It is amazing to me how humble, how vulnerable God is on this point. “You will … find me,” says the Lord, “when you seek me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:13). In other words, “Look for me, pursue me — I want you to pursue me.” Amazing. As Tozer says, “God waits to be wanted.
John Eldredge, Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul           

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All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
Ernest Hemingway  

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rejoiceiam:

open-blue-eyes:

this makes my heart skip

yes LORD i will come with YOU

i. in biology class they won’t teach you why your heart beat accelerates at the sound of your name coming from her lips. like her voice pumped new blood into your veins and she is circulating within your system.

ii. your chemistry teachers can’t explain how the way her fingers tracing down your skin kick-starts a chemical combustion within your chest and makes you forget how it felt like to breathe before her fireworks ignited your skin.

iii. you’ll tell your art teachers that all you ever want to paint is the perfect curve of her smile, but they won’t teach you how to turn acrylics and pastel colors into any more of a masterpiece than she already is.

iv. you’ll study all of Shakespeare’s plays in literature class and you’ll learn the art of metaphors like the back of your hand, but no amount of empty words strung into analogies will ever do her any justice.

v. you’ve spent twelve years sitting behind a desk when all you’ve ever wanted to learn was how to love her with all you’ve got.

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The music will move and so will we, and there will be comfort in the motion of our dance. Hidden in the moment will be a promise of a thousand more slow dances, sometimes in kitchens late at night, or on a street corner with a single lamp illuminating us, or at a friends wedding; but all the while, it will be just you and I, dancing together and feeling our hearts beat as we hold each other.

Even though the music hasn’t started, and I haven’t found my partner yet; I am learning to dance while I wait for you.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You

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And you’ll have days where sadness sets its teeth in, and you can do nothing but breathe sad breaths, sigh sad sighs, and cry sad tears. It’s okay, it’s okay to lay down and let that sadness wash over you, just as long as you learn to keep your head up; Don’t let the sadness drown you, learn to float and swim, you’ll find safe ground soon… Just don’t drown, don’t give up.
T.B. LaBerge

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And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
C.S. Lewis

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whistlings:

I would sit on my roof with you at 1 am and talk about the lives we dream of.

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Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.
Reyna Biddy 

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