I am light in my spirit.
Oh thank you my beautiful Jesus.
Oh, take me back to YWAM!
And when I think of going back to Europe, back to my people..
Both the reality of the next month and the wishful dreams of years to come..
My heart is so full; the lightest touch and I will explode.
does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
Apparently this is a common problem with over 100k people, so hopefully we all find someone we can be burrito eagles with
- 6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)
Today is a good day.
I’ve finished uni, after only one class where I not only understood what was going on but was able to explain it to everyone else (I really love maths).
I’m on my way to get three different types of currency, getting me one step closer to seeing my best friend (only two more weeks).
I get to go home and spend the rest of my day crocheting, watching Downton Abbey and pretending to study.
Today is a good day.
I want to live in worship of one who is
Higher and greater than the limits of my imagination;
Or I see no point to living at all.
It comes in waves, they say,
And every time it gets easier. Every step is okay,
One day it will be over.
But never do they speak of the waves
Crashing against the rocks of your heart, tearing
At all you are, at all you’ve ever come to know
About anything at all.
It’s a melancholy thing,
To long for another; yet how unique it is
To ache for a situation to be undone
With every fibre of what you have left
So the hollow haze through which life has become lived
Can give way to reality again.
Oh how I long to feel, truly feel,
The way I did before.
Way back then, when I was still young.
If love truly is the only reason for this pitiful existence of ours;
Then there must be more to it than this.
It must be more than a mere tumble of emotions, fickle and fleeting;
With value and worth dependent entirely upon another
It must be more than skin on skin contact, than physical attraction
And physical touch.
There are other languages of love.
We know them, we speak of them often,
And yet still we have this narrow perception of true love;
Of what it is to feel complete
Completed by another.
This simply cannot be all there is, this cannot be
The love worth living for.
For if this is all it is
I long to follow in her footsteps.
You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.