the simplest of terms, and the most convenient definitions
What if we all looked the way we wanted? Our ideal weight became reality, our worries about money washed away. Your love life is exactly the way you pictured it. Do you think we’d all be happier? Or would we just find new things to hate?
this post just fucked me up
They say never go to sleep angry, but what about worried and confused.. When your brain is in turmoil…?
I know you can handle yourself and everything, but I can’t help wanting to know if something’s wrong, and if you’re okay.
I’m not sure whether I should think it’s God’s way of saying that it’s not meant for me to act in that way, or if I should think that I said something.
Let’s do this again.
When you really turn to God.. I mean when you fall to your knees in tears and actually give yourself to him in weakness… Looking for Him… You feel nothing but peace… I want that peace forever.