thewisdomtoknowthedifference:

Even though I’ve had my share of problems and have had some extreme lows, I live for the highs. I live because I know that life is worth it and even though I have no clue where I will end up or where I want to end up, it’ll all be worth it. All of us have the opportunity to have a bright and happy future if we just keep pushing through the obstacles with our head up high. 

God is on our side and is just waiting for us to live out the amazing stories that He created for us.

God Bless.

8:46 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  2 notes
No matter what happens during the night, God will still be there in the morning.
― Judah Smith (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: itzryyo)

8:45 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  829 notes
People just don’t seem to get it. ‘I love you’ does not mean you belong only to me and I’ll share you with no one else. It means that even if I spent an eternity away from you I’ll still remember how your coffee tastes like, or how you like your tea (extra sugar but no milk), what’s your favorite shampoo scent, and how home should smell like (like fruity shampoo and stingy cologne on the pillow I hide my face in from the early morning sun, like pancakes early on a Sunday morning or late on a Wednesday night, but mostly, like you held in my arms everywhere and every when). Love is not a contract you hold someone’s heart by, love is sharing the ones you love with the world knowing that they’ll always come home to you in the end.
― (via rianiiism)

(Source: xxpaperknees)

7:48 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  829 notes
Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson  (via saintofsass)
7:07 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  3,780 notes

loqui:

mellifluous, the footsteps 
away from the house 
count down, 
until the cat’s away. 

7:05 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  31 notes
Multivitamins

loqui:

Picking berries through winter, 
snapshots of adventure, 
it’s flash fiction. 

It tastes the same, 
it looks the same 
as the picture 
in your mind. 

Not until it’s too late 
do we know the difference, 
the nutrients 
of a real, full love. 

7:04 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  56 notes
laid

loqui:

laid.
bricks without mortar.

laid.
eggs without father.

laid.
map of weekend splayed
across the dirtiest of sheets.

laid.
the law of the land upon the sea.

laid.
blueprints, fingerprints to follow
to the letter, to the scene
in a dream.

laid.
the groundwork for a tower,
the stone inch upward
from the page, from the eye,
a bubble.
too often we watch it topple,
pointing fingers - pop -
rather than let it settle.

7:04 pm  •  23 April 2014  •  40 notes