& i'm brit ;; 22 and counting. starbucks//coffee in general. movie dates. simplest things.
kisses on the forehead. being the little spoon. a great book. dave matthews, yes please.
kid cudi/jay z/drake. tattoos and kissing. serious vodka & amaretto fan. art. photo. love.
life will break you. nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. you have to love. you have to feel. it is the reason you are here on earth. you are here to risk your heart. you are here to be swallowed up. and when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in hearps, wastin their sweetness. tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
don't remember why you love me? please allow me to remind you.
Isn’t God supposed to be good? Isn’t He supposed to love us? Does God want us to suffer? What if the answer to that question is yes? See, I’m not sure that God particularly wants us to be happy. I think He wants us to be able to love and be loved. He wants us to grow up. I suggest to you that it is because God loves us that He makes us the gift of suffering. To put it another way, pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world. You see, we are like blocks of stone out of which the sculptor carves the forms of men. The blows of His chisel, which hurt us so much are what make us perfect. - C.S. Lewis.