Take comfort in this: No matter where you go, what you do, the mistakes you make, how far you wander off the path, or what you try to wedge between you and God, He will never leave you.
I want a best friend. Someone I can tease, joke around with, go out with, or stay in and binge-watch Prison Break with. Someone who will give me a genuine compliment when I look my best, but will honestly tell me when I look like sh*t and need to get my butt off the couch.
Love and perfection are two different things. Love is real. Finding someone who will drive you crazy, but still make your life wonderful—that’s real.
I trace the stitches of her leather couch, imagine myself in this other life. Would I be happy here? But as much as I try to imagine myself there, I can’t.
You have a lot of feelings, a lot of heart. You are too much. But it’s okay to be too much.
You have to be true to yourself, to your hidden (but very real) desires and wishes, and to your bigger-than-life dreams.
“I loved you at your darkest.” — Romans 5:8
An emotional man is a man who is secure in himself. He loves loving others, and he loves others the only way he knows how: wholeheartedly and openly.
The words we bring to life on paper or from our lips, the timid and nervous confessions, the brittle anger that slips from our tongue, the lines of thanks, the good and the bad and the honest—this is what makes us real. This is what makes us connect to one another. This is what changes our lives.
You think you have the power to cure things. Like addiction or disease or irrational fears. (PSA: You can’t.)