literaryjukebox:

Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.

Song: “Be Brave” by My Brightest Diamond


15 hours ago // 98 notes

This account shows so much of my ‘other’ younger self. But, come to think of it, were the days I’ve been part of, the lives touched and lost, mistakes and triumphs, tears and joys — made something out of me? Have I grown from the emotional-melancholic type of girl into a young lady?

I used to gasp with the thought of being a lady or woman. Are there specific qualifications for one to be considered a woman? In the bible, there are many books and verses that tell us about women especially their virtues, roles, and responsibilities. It is not to add pressure on women, especially Christian women, but to see how God sees us. And that is for us to be transformed more and more for His glory. 

To Be Continued! <3


2 days ago // 2 notes
It really doesn&#8217;t matter where we are as long as we&#8217;re together. #cheesymuch #summerbreak
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literaryjukebox:

It is the stupidest children who are the most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are the most grown-up.

C. S. Lewis (November 29, 1898 – November 22, 1963) in The Chronicles of Narnia

Song: “Children” by David Darling

Happy birthday, CS Lewis!!! Love you!


9 months ago // 71 notes
booklover:

 (by _anke_)
yanilavigne:

More?
i am without

in solace,
heart bathes
while somewhere, somewhere
thought travels

contentment
without warmth
happiness
missing laughter

rain –
my faithful companion,
rainbows –
my constant delight

times pass
like a funeral song
at the peak of day
i embrace death

at the rise of moon
i come alive
across the sea
lies my reverie

and i calm myself
and gaze and long for
the beauty of whom
i am without


1 year ago // 1 note
I tapped the keys on my pad, searched for the right words inside my messy brain, touched my weary heart… I tried to define this. I can’t. Nothing makes sense anymore. I guess that’s how much I miss you. As if nothing is worthy of my time, but you. www.poetryandmisery.tumblr.com

1 year ago // 0 notes