Let your love know no bounds

Jeremiah 26: 14 (via imintheleaves)

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As for me, I am in your hands; do with me whatever you think is good and right.

Thank you so much for this, h-allo. (via c-oquetry)

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…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.

every. piece. (via christopherevan)

(via findbeautyinhislove)

Love is not four letters put together.
It’s you and me laying underneath the night sky
on a blanket too small to fit both of us.
It’s me wanting your eyes more than
any of the stars above us.
Love is not the words found on our lips.
It’s the silence I found your heart in at 3 am.
It’s the silence you found mine in too.
Love doesn’t live inside our hearts.
It’s carved into our bones.
It itches in our fingers.
Love is what keeps the pieces inside of me
together when I feel your hand brush mine.
And on the days that leave you at your weakest,
I will pull you close and remind you
that I’m still here,
and love is not just a feeling.
It was never just a feeling.
It’s the liquid you’ve put in my veins.
It’s the warmth I feel
when I wake up every morning.
I’m all out of metaphors.
To put it quite simply:
love is what I see in you.
And you are beautiful;
every piece.

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

(via coffeeand-flowers)

I saw the last glimpse of the dying stars, you saw the birth of the incoming sunrise; that is why I loved you.

Hannah Brencher (via hannahbrencher)

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Maybe you’re gonna get hurt. Maybe you’re gonna get bruised. Maybe you’re gonna stay waiting at the window for a long, long while. Maybe, just maybe, it’s worth doing it anyway.

what everyone forgot to tell you about love (via christopherevan)

(via officialsarahkate)

They forgot to tell you it’s not always easy,
that just because the ocean seems so
calm at night
doesn’t mean it doesn’t ache
for morning.
They forgot to tell you it takes time,
that weeks may feel like hours
and months may feel like years.
That it only grows deeper in patience
and stronger in absence.
They forgot to tell you it speaks louder
in silence than it ever could in words,
that it listens closer when my hands
talk to yours,
that it lives inside your bones,
and not inside your heart.
They forgot to tell you it makes you
weak at the knees,
and strong in the head.
That it can fill every broken crack,
and heal every open wound.
They forgot to tell you it will leave scars.
They forgot to tell you that you can
give it all away without ever having
it given back to you.
They forgot to tell you that is okay.
They forgot to tell you that memories
don’t fade away.
They forgot to tell you that it hurts.
They forgot to tell you what it means.
I’m here to tell you that it’s worth it.
I’m here to tell you that you’re worth it.