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Words of Art (No 154): Audrey Woman

I’m sorry I only knew you as pretty before.
Forgive me for not thinking that you worth better words,
like so many and many much more.

"Lukewarm people don’t really want to be saved from their sin; they want only to be saved from the penalty of their sin."

Francis Chan | Crazy Love  (via nochainsonme)

(Source: nonelikejesus, via caffeinatedgingers)

"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her."

Unknown (via mermaidslovecake)

I will reblog this every single time

(via aleerose)

This is amazing.

(Source: quotethat, via open-blue-eyes)

"I am cruel, I am apathetic, I am broken, and I am always falling short; this is why I must point everyone I know to Christ, He is consistent in a world full of inconsistencies, He is faithful when all the world is unfaithful, and He is good when goodness cannot be found."

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

(via carrieisreborn)

"Love has found you. It’s not your actions, good or bad, that He loves, it’s just you. He likes your style, He loves your personality. He adores you, and you are a treasure to him. Pity those poor souls who can’t see the amazing things that God sees in you."

Unka Glen 
(via dearmarieheislove)

This is important

(via carrieisreborn)


Eucalyptus and Miss Beane


Eucalyptus and Miss Beane

(via biblesandtea)


Words of Art (No 153): Control

I bury myself in you, fornicating the freckles in your face and lapping up your milk. You come alive in me as you make love to the pearls in my teeth and the dents in my arms.

Your ginger compels me as my black compels you. I feel inside your dress and you in my jeans.

We close our eyes because the sight of each other’s souls would blind us.

We grind hard and naked. We swallow tongues. We want to belong: and making love means making our mark.

We wake up: we stop.

I look in your gorgeous green eyes; I see a sea that I want to swim deep in. You look in my burning brown; you see a sea too.

Your skin is a pillaged village. My skin is a field burnt down to the ground.

We are moons marked by each other’s flags. We have claimed each other in the name of lust instead of love.

To say we are ashamed is not enough. We loved to touch without touching love. We thought we were lovely, so we thought we’d touch lovely. We see each other seas, seeing nothing but ugly. I love you, you lust me: connection discordant.

Remote, remote.
Alone. Remote,

Love: we want make it but can’t fake it in order to feel important.

Imported importance is fraudulent.
Acknowledged and unlocked is all that we’ve got.

The Artist | A Most Fascinating Creature

simplyjustmarina said: So I see you like sending hugs over the internet, can I have one and can we be friends bc I like your blog :3

I do indeed. Yes you may - here! *hugs*

Words of Art (No 152): white flag

surrender / sweet surrender / violent merciless abandon / all for you / all because of you / no turning back / no regrets / full haste ahead / all in the name of love / the name above all names / hallelujah

Words of Art (No 151): Krush

i write about my crush because / i don’t think it’s gonna happen but / i write about my crush because / i’m throwing myself a line / i’m giving myself the chance / that i might be wrong / i want to look back / brofist and say / bro / i told you so / and when me bro / says to my bro / i told you so / i want to say / bro

i already knew, and i know