Bridgette Hayles.

20years old and young in heart. Learning to become the woman God intends me to be. Walking in the grace of Him daily. "I must decrease, so that He may increase" John 3:30.

heartbeatofatwentysomething:

how comforting it is to know that when i am overwhelmed, God is not. when i am confused, he is clear and calm. when all my prayers are, “hey. i don’t even know what to pray so i’m just going to sit here with you for a while,” he is near.

that’s enough.

What’s up with equating ‘Bible Study’ with knowing God anyway? Wouldn’t it be a horrible thing if we studied the ones we loved instead of bonding in deeper ways by doing things with them? I’d never want to get married to a girl no matter how much I studied her. I’d rather take her sailing or fishing or eat cotton candy with her on a Ferris wheel. I don’t think knowing what her name means in Greek is going to help me love her more.

—Bob Goff / Love Does (via caitlacoop)

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Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts…

— La Dispute  (via twloha)

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I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

—Tris in Allegiant (via wanderingweasleys)

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One may want to love deeply, but until they understand the depths of love; they will never be willing to jump.

—T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

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And all the mornings we could have together spent talking, eating, laughing, snoozing a little longer, and just enjoying each other; I want all these things.

I want those mornings where we both don’t know what’s going on, the sleep still clinging to our very bodies, begging for us to return to our beds.

I want those days where you kiss me awake, and I see your puffy face smiling back at me.

I want to brush aside the hair that has fallen down your beautifully worn face. I want to kiss you until we remember that we are late for work. I want to hold you until it is noon, and we have wasted all the hours of our day; but it will be time well invested.

I want these things, those moments of living life, where it was once silent and alone; is now spent with another soul next to me.

I want them; and I want them with you.

—T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

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Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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chelsieautumn:

don’t let boxes confine you. don’t let people’s little stereotypes tell you the person you have to be. ‘well… your dad was a quiet guy, so you will be one too.’ or maybe your mom was quiet and you are loud and your sister is tough and your brother is sensitive. maybe you are expected to party hard…

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