blank stares will become souvenirs in time.

and memories of friends and family will send love by your side

And when words are gone, quiet will be a friend. 

I'm comfortable with silence in the end.

could you believe when he took your hand in hand
when he pulled you in close, for the kiss
when a smile brought another to you
when your eyes said 'i love him too'
oh time, moves on eventually

Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. 

There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.

your mind has a way of not letting you forget things you wish you could. especially with people. like, you'll always try your best to forget things that people say to you

or about you, but you always remember  And you'll try to forget things you've seen that no one should see, but you just can't do it. And when you try to forget someone's face, you can't get it out of your head.

the pain that you've been feeling, can't compare to the joy that's coming. - Romans 8:18

Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress. - Psalm 71:3

I want to know how I so often overlook Christ. He has loved me so much there is nothing to express this gratefulness but my tears: he loved when I was so so dirty and still does when I mess everything up. I am so blessed for the chance at new life to reflect this love

for each 

and everyone else 

I've always been 

an ear, 

somehow

with you,

since the start,

and for the first time

in my life,

i remembered 

that sometimes

it's perfectly

acceptable

to be the mouth

and to hear the sound

of your own voice,

shaky

as it may be,

once again

who are you 

really?

you are not a name

or a height, or a weight

you are not an age

and you are not where you 

are from

you are your favorite books

and the songs stuck in your head

you are your thoughts

and what you eat for breakfast

on saturday mornings

you are a thousand things

but everyone chooses

to see the million things

you are not

you are not

where you are from

you are

where you're going

and i'd like

to go there

too

and least you forget

that you are

and always will be

forever more

a child of the most

high God

Before Summer Rain

Suddenly, from all the green around you,

something-you don’t know what-has disappeared;

you feel it creeping closer to the window,

in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,

reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome:

so much solitude and passion come

from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide

away from us, cautiously, as though

they weren’t supposed to hear what we are saying.

And reflected on the faded tapestries now;

the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long

childhood hours when you were so afraid.

there are two types of waiting. 1) There's the waiting you do for someone you know is coming, sooner or later - like waiting for the 6 o'clock train, or the bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be.
2) And then there's the waiting for something you don't know is coming. You don't even know what it is exactly, but you're hoping for it. You're imagining it and living your life for it. - That's the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.

.there are 3 kinds of heartbreak.

the first is when

someone is reckless with 

your heart

and it breaks and it shatters

in ways

you never thought it could

the second is when 

you break 

someone's heart

because you'll never 

know pain

like the type that has you

look into their eyes

but they look away

and the worst kind of heartbreak 

is the kind that comes along

when you have to watch

the person you love

be happy

with someone else

its those forestry tree's, mountains and that fresh pine smell, that i miss everyday.
Its true, I'm a forest girl and I miss the mountains, i miss hiking through the tree's, i miss drinking coffee every morning and watching the sun rise over the mountains peaks. I honestly just miss being out doors. Living in the city makes me feel lazy. I feel as though I'm wasting my day sitting inside and writing essays for university papers every day/or night. When you live in the city it feels as though you barely get enough exercise as you would if you lived in the country or even somewhere thats more outdoorsy. I miss living in B.C. for the summer last year. I felt alot more active and alive then I do living where I do now. I wish summer was here already so I can go back to my forest!

“she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. she spoke to no one. she spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.”

—	arundhati roy

find someone who isn't afraid to admit that they miss you. Someone who knows
that you are not perfect but treats you as if you are.
Someone who's biggest fear is losing you. One who gives their heart completely.
Someone who says 'I love you' and means it.
Last but not least, find someone who
wouldn't mind waking up with you in  the morning
seeing you in wrinkles and your gray hair but
still falls for you all over again.
now that's love.