If you say: I believed in God, I trusted God, and He didn’t come through, you only trusted God to meet your agenda.
— Timothy Keller (via martelthechristianrapper)

(Source: kissthewave, via jesustotheworld)

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missespeon:

my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen

me: but its dark and scary

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butcarlthatkillspeople:

sarcastic-snowflake:

just a reminder: we’re two periods away from 2014.

you couldn’t just say months you had to measure time with your menstrual cycle

fUN FACT. the earliest form of a calender that’s ever been found was to keep track of an ancient person’s menstrual cycle. ppl with vaginas invented time. there is a reason that months are about the same length as the time between periods. that is all.

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kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

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allons-yalexa:

bernardclairvaux:

wifis-lildevil:

0 to 100 real quick

but imagine pulling the wrong lipstick when youre not paying attention

wanna know how i got these scars

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The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.
— Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years (via solacity)

(Source: bonvivantx, via theheartofmeisstrongtoday)

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

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