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I am jha :) sleepyhead. Cry- baby. Frustrated writer. Aspiring pre-school teacher. Changed by Grace. Saved by Love. Jesus is MY BOYFRIEND-LOVER-MY ONE TRUE LOVE. i love writing letters. tell me if you want to be Penpals. :) |
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THIS IS THE MOST MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING THING EVER I AM IN LOVE I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY
OH MY GOD.
I just spent like, the last hour or something doing this.
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my reaction
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stop pleasing people and start pleasing God.
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A great reminder of the fact that i don’t have to do anything for God to love me… He just does!
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Here’s to all those girls who used to be his number one.
The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cellphone the next morning and be disappointed.The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened.
Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going.
The ones who listened to him say, “I only want to be your friend”, one day, then listened to him say that he loves and misses you, and the next when he doesn’t want to be anything at all.
Here’s to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change.
We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him even for a while.
We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again.
We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time.
And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.
Here’s to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days.
Here’s for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn’t possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early.
We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn’t treat us the way we should be treated.
Here’s for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest everything, only to hear him say that he couldn’t see us today.
The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn’t believe that he could do this to us again.
This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn’t bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder “what if”.
This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation.
The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us.
When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn’t mean it.
This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with.This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that “You’re just not the one for me.” or maybe, “things were going too fast, I’m just not ready.” (Then later on find out he has a damn girlfriend already.)
This is for us.
| Ivy Walker: | When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head? |
| Lucius Hunt: | Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night. |
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