Inside the Rebellion of Saints

this is for all the kids who glow in the dark. I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.

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We were meant to meet and we were meant to part - but even still you will always have a home here in my heart. <3

I fell in love with him slowly and then all at once.
His very presence in my life caught me off guard. I wasn’t looking for him. I wasn’t looking for love. It just appeared in the form of a man I’d never expect to fall for. But I did. Deeply. 
Everything about him was different, and a bit awkward, strong yet gentle. I could tell he was going places…and I wanted to see where.
So I just went with the flow. You know how life goes. There’s no stopping it and certainly it can’t be controlled (at least not by me). I lived in a constant fear of messing things up and maybe in some ways I did. I can’t seem to follow rules. But some things were worth breaking. Like my ego and pride - I couldn’t pretend to be anything around him. Something about this guy made me be inexcusably myself - I loved it.
Things became comfortable and routine - yet he always kept me on my feet.


—- I can’t believe I’m talking about this in the past tense. —-


Though I may never see him again - I will remember every detail. The way his tongue catches on his teeth when he talks, his smell, the warmth of his cheeks, the softness of his hands, the persistence of his lips against mine and how we gasped for breath. 
The kindness he always showed to everyone and how carefree he was - made me in turn want to be a better person.
He brought peace to my mind and rest to my soul. I liked it. Somehow I felt he was a blessing from God - one I could wrap my arms around.
I could hardly contain myself around him simply because I felt alive. 

When I finally admitted to myself that I loved him…I knew it was done.


Now I have to let you go —- for a while at least. It’s breaking my heart, but a piece of you will always be with me. 


Please don’t forget about me.

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It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring—they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are—that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others—is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.
Daniell Koepke 

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via boston-gobragh)

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whaddupbiatch:

lovethelittlethings:

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I swear, when I’m a dad, my wife is gonna get like 0 time with my kids. My God, I can’t wait to be a father.

I think that is the cutest thing i have ever heard a guy say

I’ve only ever seen one gif from this before! I’m so glad this turned up on my dash.

TOO CUUUUUTEEEE

I need a family like this !

This is priceless :) <3

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I fell in love with the way he breathed. His voice when he spoke to those around us. His presence when he walked into a room. Sometimes it was just enough to know he was near. I carry him in my heart and replay his voice over in my head when we are apart. I fell in love with the way he touched my heart and made me feel alive. The glow I could feel growing inside me, shooting life back into my soul. I fell in love with the man he was trying to be - and the woman he somehow made me in the process. The soft touch of his hands was the warmth I needed. 

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Lover of the Moon

I fell in love with the way the moon reflected off my skin

and cascaded down my bedsheets.

He shot through my window with his mysterious glow.

Illuminated with his nightly hue.

"Come to me."

He would sing ever so softly.

And I, restless, would have to follow after him.

Hopeless abandon.

Sleepless nights, turned into sleepless weeks, as our love grew deeper.

My devotion to him I expressed through song and dance.

Basking in his pure delight.

I swayed in his shadow, humming a tune stuck in my head.

The world however, was fast asleep.

And night was mine for the taking.

It was just he and I.

Alone, but couldn’t be happier.

I fell hard and fast for the gracefulness in his touch.

The magic feeling his presence would awaken within me.

The moon is my lover, my friend and companion.

He knows my darkest secrets and my heart’s deepest desires.

From him there is nothing I can hide.

At night I am embraced in his shadow.

I fall asleep as he slowly fades away.

When night is captured by morning.

All the day long I crave his soft touch, as the heat from the sun

beats on my fair back.

The calm of the night brings about such delight.

At times it leaves me speechless.

I am entranced by his beauty.

His grace.

The moon fills every space with his gentle glow.

I hide in his arms, as he wipes away my worries.

Only if for one night.

This is when I truly come alive.

He sees my true colors.

He highlights the lines of my body.

With him I’m safe from the world.

I am a lover of the moon.

A lover of the night. 


-Mary Beth

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