I Love You, Darling.

I Love You, Darling.

saltyy-dog:

surfing-in-harmony:

☼

I WANT ALL I WANT
malibu-swell:

highenoughtoseethesea:

Friend or foe? 
Kolohe’s hit-the-brakes moment at the Hurley Pro.

Yooooo!!! Hahaha

// and then He gently reminds me, “has My steadfast love ever ceased? Will my promises ever end? I will hold your eyelids open. I will guide you through the sea and the great waters. I will pour on you compassion and grace, for I am God and there is no other.” #psalm77 #allaboutJesus #onesleeptogo #bringongraduation 🎓
nicolasbruno:

It has been said that there are passageways and tunnels at the bottoms of wells such as this one… Piazza Giordano Bruno; Perugia, Italy.
these roses have been wedged into the pages of Hosea for over 300 days. their age reminds me of the countless truths God has taught me from this radical, uncomfortable, scandalous love story. It’s utterly ludicrous, yet I’m compelled, captivated, by this kind of relentless love. 
deceivable:

vintagelittleteacup:

california-studs:

fastenyourfuckingbelts:

polluteify:

im-simply-me:

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.  she was like broken glass all along the floor.  but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.  I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.  she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.  I wanted to pick up her pieces.  I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way.  the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.  I wanted to see her happy.  every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.  she was getting better.  eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.  but she didn’t take me with her.  and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD

wow..

This actually fucking hurt to read.

THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ

Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.

oh my god.
idontcareaboutyoubyex:

tattoo blog (:
"You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."
Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
"

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

"
(via runiqu)
fueledbymadness:

highskyesandlowbass:

-nugget:

my-kala:

pr0ve:

how could you not reblog this.

Hardcore judging you if you don’t reblog this.

This is my favorite tattoo picture.

always reblog.

reblog every time.
I don’t know how many times I be experienced this.