Single and ready to get nervous around anyone I find attractive.

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Sometimes words seem so empty when ones heart is so full, but spill those words anyways; someone might fall in love with what you have to say. T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)
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no matter what anyone else tells you, words and ideas do matter.
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I wish there was some sort of blanket you could cover yourself with but it didn’t make you warm it just provided the sensation of being covered because some nights it’s just too hot for a blanket but I need something covering me so it’s a choice between boiling to death or being completely vulnerable to monsters

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God breathed some spark into some mud that became us, and He did it for a reason, and I want to feel that reason, not just some false explanation. Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via wonderingthroughflowers)
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Once we begin to celebrate what our body does rather than obsessing on how it looks, we start to appreciate our body as an instrument rather than an ornament. Ashley Turner  (via trailflow)

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I turn 25 in a couple weeks and that freaks me completely out. I feel like I should know Japanese or something.

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#coffeedoping for tonight’s criterium. New favourite espresso maker.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. (via high-violets)

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I met God. Who slowly, painfully and divinely pieced me back together. A line from an old journal I found (via jordiecashier)

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