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"So, sing for the friend who left you before he ever had a clue
Sing for the boy or girl who’s standing right next to you
‘Cause I have a feeling it all evens out, you know?
At the very end of your life, you’re going to sit down at the table
And you’re going to shuffle out the good and the bad
And then its all going to make perfect sense when the accounting books come up completely even
But then your going to ask, well what was it all for?
And they’re gonna say, ‘Well, you did it, didn’t you?’"

John Mayer, Wheel

"You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies, and you’re calling it love. And in the meantime you’re letting your whole life pass you by while they raise children and celebrate anniversaries and grow old together. You’re frozen in time. You’re holding your breath. You’re a statue waiting for something that’s never going to happen. Living for stolen moments in hotel hallways and coat closets and you keep telling yourself they all add up to something real because in your mind they have to but they don’t. They won’t. They never will. Stolen moments aren’t a life. You have nothing. You have no one. End it now."

Olivia Pope, Scandal

"Love is something we wait for. We imagine our first kiss, our first sex, our first ‘I love you.’ But we never imagine our first heartbreak. Maybe because it’s too painful to even imagine, but in a way, the pain of love is what truly changes us."

Carrie Bradshaw

Sobering Realities

It’s a relationship. It’s going to be difficult—it’s never going to be “easy.”

But I have to pursue Him as I would any other relationship.

I must want. I must pray to want.

I must want to want You. 

I don’t usually love dramatic animal photos. And I hate cats.

But I saw this and thought, “that’s me, and those hands are God’s. And He’s got me chillin’ in the palm of His hand, because I’m a tired little bear and I just want to sleep, and I’m a sinner and I’m a mess because I do a piss poor job at everything I do. But He still loves me and thinks I’m the cutest little critter.”

Damn right.

This.

(Source: staypozitive, via get-motivation)

What’s in a good day?

I’d consider a good day to consist of the following: good hair, some positive work flow at the office, and coming home to a happy pops.

But… There will be days when my hair isn’t so obedient, when it feels like every Supervisor is out to get me, and when my dad isn’t fully conscious, or not enough to eat his meal under an hour at least.

Surely, God can’t expect me to be thankful for those circumstances, but I think He does ask I’m thankful in them.

I’m thankful to, indeed, have hair. And for the most part, it’s pretty nice. It’s shiny, it’s smooth, it’s voluminous, and it holds its curl. Are you laughing out loud? Because I am. Bad hair, don’t care. :)

I’m thankful to have a job. It pays my rent, my student loans. My teammates are brilliant—intelligent, hard working, beautiful. I suppose Advertising attracts a people of both beauty and brains, so I’m in luck there, too.

I’m thankful to have a papa bear. He’s the sweetest, and he’s gentle and kind. He doesn’t always remember my name, but he never fails to tell me I’m the most beautiful girl in the room (next to mom, of course). I’m thankful that he’s alive and present and that he worked incredibly hard so that our family can see his American dream actualized. He laughs when I laugh, he sings when I sing, he cries when I cry. He doesn’t know why he expresses these emotions, but he does, and he does them with me. Thanks, dad!

It’s difficult to give thanks to God in really difficult circumstances. But Hosea reminds me that I’m given these things, and in abundance—I am Hosea’s wife. And without Him, I have and I am nothing.

#EmotionalPurity

Until I am married, as well as through marriage (meaning: having entered into a covenant relationship with my partner, my husband, the man who I will have chosen to be physically, emotionally, and spiritually committed to for all my life), may I ask myself these three questions [as a single, Christian young woman] in all engagements with male friends moving forward:

(1) Would I be treating him this way if his wife were here?
(2) Would I be thinking about him if I were married?
(3) Would I be saying this if my husband were here?

The Church may succeed in outlining the importance of physical boundaries, but I’m starting to see that the sanctity of marriage calls for emotional purity as well.

Oh look, it’s my brother and me.

(via fuckyeahjohnny)