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Give me your sleepy kisses. Your legs intertwined with mine. Your head on my chest, fingers exploring my body. Give me all your dreams and vulnerability and know it’s safe in my heart.
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I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Me, to you. (via ohhhkat)
It’s so easy for me to feel warm, loving thoughts about friends or family members… and then go on about my day, never reaching out, sending a text, or setting a date to connect.
I think about them all the time, pray for them, and watch the details of their lives spool out over Facebook—first day of school photos, last moments of summer photos. I feel connected and warm, full of affection for these lovely people.
But how on earth would they know that?
Shauna Niequist, Storyline Blog (via pureblyss)
One day I’m dancing and singing
Singing when I’m at my best and worst.
Posting photos of faith. Encouraging others with my very lips or keyboard as much as I breathe but I’m the one who needs encouragement. Soaking in my anguish, sometimes. I am weak but His word still stands while my tears fall. Often In the Word preparing for battle but when the time comes its like I’m able to take the hundred men but break when I’m faced with a thousand. I fall to my knees and cry out to God. Sometimes I feel alone because no one understands but Him. He’s felt it all. I know he’s always there but sometimes I feel like saying “So much for strength in numbers” as if He’s walked away. I might not understand now but He sees the big picture. When my faith has withered once again. He’s the only one who has revived it. I can’t do this on my own. Everyday He just shows me I need Him more and more. He is my help. He brings a smile from sorrow. He restores my soul. He is my strength. The same voice who spoke the oceans and mountains into existence, lulls me and I do not fear. I’m only safe when I’m holding my Father’s hand. Apart from Him there is my ruin. There is no good thing in me but Him.
He is my Strength (via lovelyishe)
I need to make out.
Against the wall, on the bed, on top of you, underneath you, on the table, my legs around your waist, yours around mine.. biting your bottom lip, kissing your neck, moaning in your ear, running my hands all over your body. I want you hardcore.
God, forgive me for seeking not your heart but rather that my heart would be saved first and foremost. Strip whatever evil plagues my soul; take back what is yours, take it all and make it new in your glory and grace. Your will be done, not mine, from now and forever more.
T.B. LaBerge // Thy Will Be Done (via tblaberge)
I crave adventure. I crave the mountains. I crave the smell of trees and flowers. I crave the sun beating down on my neck. I crave your hand in mine.
Let’s go.
(via veganearthhling)
my thighs r thick cos theyre full of love
Mine are full of cheese and crackers
I hope we have eyes to see that God is doing something we cannot see. This takes discipline, but we have help. God has a vision far greater than my sight. He has an imagination that infinitely outweighs mine. He can take a murderer like David and crown him the king. He can take a terrorist like Paul and breathe holy words into Scripture. He can take a beat-up dude like you and me and baptize us into saints.
We think a person is an impossible case: but God is in the business of the impossible. After all, He saved you and me.
J.S. (via jspark3000)