Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
Words can’t fix what actions broke.
Try to say nothing negative about anybody for three days, for forty-five days, for three months. See what happens to your life.
You do not get to choose
when to have me; you
cannot turn me off like too
loud music. Please don’t
teach me that I’m the kind
of person you need a break
from. Love me all the time
or not at all because I’m too
fragile to be left on pause.
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed.
Still, being alone doesn’t mean you have to be miserable. In that sense it’s different from losing something. You’ve still got yourself, even if you lose everything else. You’ve got to have faith in yourself and not get down just because you’re on your own.
…there is nothing in this universe you need more desperately than Christ
Being a Christian is less about cautiously avoiding sin than about courageously and actively doing God’s will.