People inspire you, or they drain you — pick them wisely.– Hans F. Hansen (via vlorin)
The worst feeling is knowing you're loving someone...
Love suffers long
I cannot even begin to describe the amount of disappoint that is running through my emotions right now. When will I be able to say enough is enough??? ….i say now. I have suffered long enough. I have put in my very last effort. I have put in my very best. And yet it seems to not have made a difference. I’m not giving up, I’m standing up. As much as I’d like to think...
The mind that keeps on racing against the heart
What if I don’t want to move on? What if I dont want to give up? What if i dont want to imagine a different future? The drive, the motivation, the effort I put in is unimaginable. Its unsensible, crazy, and way too dangerous. Yet, i give in by choice. Im done fighting my thoughts, im done fighting the other voices around me, and im giving in to the quiet whisper in my heart. No matter...
How awesome is our God? :)
dwright09: “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit.” Psalm 147:3-5 <3
wherefore art thou
Last time I wore this shirt, it was with you. Last time I heard this song, was with you. Last time I saw this movie, was with you. Last time I saw her, I was with you. Last time I visited this place, I was holding your hand. Last time i sat here, I kissed your lips. Last time I saw you, I still had hope. But you didnt, so I walked away. I will stand aside and wait. I will stand my ground...
Watching you go
I have accepted the fact that he has lost all feelings for me, that he does not care enough to try and keep me in his life, that the person he use to be is now buried deep within his heart, and that the changes we went through were just too much for him. and that the same lips that said ”I love you.” for the first time, has now said “its just a breakup.” I have also...
Am I there yet?
“are you okay?” am I okay? There comes a point where you actually stop and think, am I okay? Even as my mind tries and grasps even the subject, the ideas, or the facts of what is needed to say, i ask myself… “is THIS, are YOU, okay?” After flooding my brain with you as the subject, my ideas of you, the facts of what we have done…with your pictures, your...