Love is not, “I love you, do you love me?” That’s saying I love you for me. I love you, if you love me back. It’s selfish. That’s need. Love is, “I love you. Period.” Come hell or high water, I’ve laid my life down for you. There is no need in love. 

"As I have read the Gospels over the years, the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion but came instead to found an unorganized one. He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples into the fields and sheep pastures, onto the roadsides and the banks of the rivers, into the houses of sinners and publicans, into the town and the wilderness, toward the membership of all that is here. Well, you can read and see what you think."
Jayber Crow, Wendell Berry (via graceandvictory)



Friend has the sad???!!??!!!!!


I’m coming friend I’ll save you from the sad!!


I am here now you’re going to be okay!!!


You are so beautiful and i love you!!!


{happy} sigh


people talk a lot about ideals and what they want in a significant other. 

sometimes the things are silly and sometimes they are legitimate.

but i think the most beautiful thing you could ask for is the happy sigh i just heard from my RA as she met her fiancée in the lobby of our dorm.

a sigh of relief. a sigh of contentment. a sigh of safety. the sigh you involuntarily let out when you put on your yoga pants and fall onto the couch after a gruelingly long day.

that feeling of home. that is perhaps the greatest thing you could ask for in another person.

"My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not

So y’all can take your narcissistic
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

"It’s easy to walk away
when harsh words are
spat in your direction,
but what if you are the
one behind the remarks?

Soften your tongue.
Do not turn on yourself.
Do not mutate into your
own worst enemy. People
are easy to escape, but
self-hatred? It latches
on to you; parasitic,
adamant on eating away
at whatever kindness
may still remain."
"I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things."
Della Hicks-Wilson (via yesdarlingido)

Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that you were brave for trying, and that you’ll be brave again. Because life is not easy, and sometimes you jump into the deep end, and you enjoy it; but eventually you have to swim back to the shallow end, getting to a place that isn’t where you wanted to be. Yet, perhaps you weren’t meant for that pool, maybe it was just training for something bigger, maybe you were getting ready for the ocean; the water that you were always meant to dive into.

You are brave; you might be back where you started, empty handed and alone… But you are gonna feel the crash of those waves, because you are not forgotten, and you are far more courageous than you know.

Sometimes you just need someone to say that you are brave, and that’s what I’m telling you now.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)


“Greed, envy, sloth, pride and gluttony: these are not vices anymore. No, these are marketing tools. Lust is our way of life. Envy is just a nudge towards another sale. Even in our relationships we consume each other, each of us looking for what we can get out of the other. Our appetites are often satisfied at the expense of those around us. In a dog-eat-dog world we lose part of our humanity.” 

― Jon Foreman (of Switchfoot)


how is it possible to listen to the same 7 songs for five days straight and not be sick of any of them

I’m glad I’m not the only one…

and where i'll be iswhere you find memeet me hereat the edge of the earth

and where i'll be iswhere you find memeet me hereat the edge of the earth

and where i'll be iswhere you find memeet me hereat the edge of the earth

and where i'll be iswhere you find memeet me hereat the edge of the earth
and where i'll be is
where you find me
meet me here
at the edge of the earth


i’m pretty sure everyone is quietly in love with william beckett

it’s not something we discuss or argue about or need to rant about

it just is

we’re all in love with william beckett

I’m seeing him in 11 days. Eleven guys. I am seeing him in eleven days.



R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

also, i think it should be added that this is not to downplay 9/11, this is to bring to light ALL the cost that hate and violence brings.

Not gonna lie, I was nervous my freshman year about choosing an education major over a straight up science major. [My major is biology-education with psychology.] But the deeper I get into my education classes and learn about teaching the more I fall in love with it. Here’s to being the kind of teacher I loved in high school: the kind who cares more about their students as individuals than as academic achievers.