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I grew up on stories of “boy wins the girl”
and I always used to wonder what she wins.
I grew up on stories of “boy wins the girl”
and I always used to wonder what she wins.
Little girl, get up.
The words my Savior said to raise her from the dead, and the ones He says everyday to me in my weakness. (via mynamewrittenonhishands)
Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that build up of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out.
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.
Caitlyn Siehl (via thatkindofwoman)
Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
Emma Watson. (via alunit)
She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
In this life courage is one of the most important things. Because we get to dare to choose what we really want to have and fight for. We get to dare to sacrifice, we get to dare to walk in to the arena and being vulnerable, stumble down and get up, stumble down and get up, stumble down and dare to get up. That’s how we live this life, we take risk and lose to finally win the opportunity.
Unknown (via quotethatword)