Stop worrying about how you feel.
You lied, you cheated, you lusted, you gorged. You snapped, you hated, you cussed, you masturbated. You killed, you manipulated, you rejected or ignored.
God doesn’t want just half of your heart. God doesn’t want you to talk to Him only when you’re in the mood to do so. God wants all of you. He wants you when you’re sinless and when you’re sinful. He wants you on the days when you’re strong and on the days when you relapse. He doesn’t want just your beautiful parts, He wants everything.
Stop staying excuses. Stop listening to the devil. Stop thinking you can’t “go to God” because you feel you’re too unclean, ugly, or dirty. Stop worrying about how you feel because it’s not about you. Run to Him, even if you’d rather be dormant. Go to Him even if you’d rather hide in your guilt.
Ignore your laziness, embarrassment, and shame and go spend some time with the One who died for every dirty thing you think keeps Him away.
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
I am sick of seeing women rip each other apart.
I am sick of girls hating on girls who have spray tans and take selfies.
I am sick of women bitching about each other.
I am sick of women calling each other ‘sluts’.
I am sick of this insecurity-fuelled jealousy, and this jealousy-fuelled rivalry.
The day will never come when a woman is congratulated on her achievements in the same way that a man is until we stop tearing each other the fuck apart.
He’s devastated me but he’s also made me happier than I’ve ever been.
drake got me thinkin bout my ex and i dont even have an ex
haha sucks to be them
I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.
I could be at Disneyland right now