“My home is filled with toys, has fingerprints on everything, and is never quiet. My hair is usually a mess, and I’m always tired, but there is always love and laughter here. In twenty years, my children won’t remember the house or my hair but they will remember the time we spent together and the love they felt. Your children only get one childhood—make it a good one”
This is wonderful for reasons and feels
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living. — Iain Thomas (via katweenah)
(Source: how-a-dream-looks, via belovedi)
(Source: myroyalsavior, via belovedi)
I repent for everything I ever did in the name of “love” before I knew who Love really was
To the boy who broke me:
Jesus loves you. He loves you so much.
He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.
He knows you and loves you and wants you.
and I cannot leave room for bitterness towards you when my Father’s heart overflows with love over you. and I need to remember that.
All I have is pictures but that’s enough to tell- You look so happy; happier than I ever thought you could be. The kind of happy that drives out all of that darkness that used to haunt your brilliant mind. The kind of happy that curls up inside of your heart like a kitten, digs a hole and sits for a while. The kind of happy that stays.
Knowing that makes my heart so happy, but since I can’t speak to you for some mysterious reason, I will just write it here.
(Source: ibibleverses, via belovedi)
yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger