"You wear strength so well, I forget that you have to take it off at the end of the day; still feeling the marks that it leaves on your soul."
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

(via tblaberge)


You feel it most when it all goes silent, the small groan of a lonely heart; and it whispers to you, reminding you that you miss the heartbeat of someone you have not met. You start to realize how much you want it, how it has become something more than a longing, but rather, a deep and cruel pain that refuses to let go.

Then you breathe in deeply, and you live, because life is not found in tomorrow, but in every beat of your own heart. This is how you keep that lonely heart at bay, by being, and being, and being until all becomes calm again. Your roots do not dig into the soil of empty promises, but in the depths of present reality; so grow, and grow, and grow, until spring has bloomed and the world is full of life again.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

She was like sunlight, you could never really catch it, or hold onto it, you simply had to sit in its rays until it was no longer there; and that was the thing, when she was gone, it became rather cold again.

I always wondered how sad the moon must be, knowing only those who sleep, and never truly meeting the one thing that mad him shine; now I know, now I know why the moon looks so sad.

T.B. LaBerge // Why Did I Fall in Love with the Sun? (via tblaberge)
"I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need."
C.R. (via awelltraveledwoman)

(via awelltraveledwoman)


Reminds me of driving barefoot in the dart.
"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."
e.e. cummings (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: psych-facts, via thatgracelady)


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since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

E. E. Cummings, ”Since Feeling Is First” (via oldtimefriend)

(Source: sunrec, via oldtimefriend)



constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

Why not both? Should we not still try our best, and if we don’t see results we still hope that God makes a way? Why settle for only one, when we always have the opportunity to try both.

God says “Trust Me, step out of that boat and walk.” and sometimes we’ll walk on water, and sometimes we’ll start to sink, but no matter what, Christ has us.

Well said.