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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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You deserve to be pursued. You deserve all of those “good morning beautiful” texts. You deserve to be dreamed about. You deserve a man that will be awestruck by you. WHY? Because God made you something special. And whether you like it or not, SOMEONE WILL LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE. All of the faults. All the dirt under your skin. The baggage and the scars. The fears and the failures. They say there’s someone for everyone, and I believe that’s perfectly true. God made you for someone. Sure they’re taking their sweet time (and YES it does get aggravating waiting for them to find you), but they ARE coming and they DO exist. You gotta believe that. You gotta believe someone is gonna love you. Someone is going to find you to be beautiful and see you as God does. On the days when there seems to be nothing left, you’ve got to hold onto this because THIS is TRUTH. There IS someone out there going through the same shit that you are. They are wondering when they’re gonna find you. And they WANT you. They want to be with you and share all those funny moments, all those kisses and hugs. Someone out there DOES want to love you.
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Virgin: Sacred choice or shameful status?
THIS IS AN AWESOME ARTICLE!!!
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“I am a responsible girl.”
“My kisses are worth more than a party or a movie. My body is the temple of God-not a play thing. The first “No” may be difficult-after that it’s easy. Virginity is still a virtue, lust is still captial sin. The way I dress, act and speak may be a temptation to my boyfriend . I will observe modesty for his and my own protection. My parents have done so much for me I wish always to be a credit to them. My boyfriend will be a husband some day. He must be a hero in the eyes of his wife and children. I will do nothing to prevent that on my dates with him. I want to be a wife and mother. I will reserve my purity and affection for my husband and children. If through my weakness, I should get pregnant, I will not take the “easy way out” by killing my unborn child.” <3
(Source: hli.org)
(Source: staypozitive, via shirbearkisses)
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Everyone you meet comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful.
(via letmebeyourwinggs)
I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry one girl.
Cause we’re resistent the whole way, until we meet one girl and we think: “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great.”
But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option or something. I know girls that married they’re like: “Oh he’s got a good job.”
I mean, they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.
When a man loves a woman, he has to become worthy of her. The higher her virtue, the more noble her character, the more devoted she is to truth, justice, goodness, the more a man has to aspire to be worthy of her. The history of civilization could actually be written in terms of the level of its women.
(Source: heartallonfire, via closertothelost)
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He has many names but I have only one motive.
I want to fall in love
in my own time
on my own terms
I want to know that he feels the same way
I want to hold his hand
run my fingers through his hair
feel his strong arms around me
suddenly I’ll feel all warm and secure
I’ll fall asleep with a smile on my face
I want to breathe in his scent left on my shirt
I want to feel his breath pressing against my lips
we’ll dance late late at night when everyone else is asleep
we’ll be loud and we won’t care
every day will be adventure
and we’ll always talk about a future
the days will get cold, but we’ll still be warm
every morning I’ll wake just to see his face
we’ll be the envy of those around us
and nothing will matter but the love that we share
every love song will be about us
and everything will be deep & insanely rich
you’ll say that I smell sweet
and I’ll kiss your cheek
I’ll be your biggest fan
we’ll smile for cameras
and capture each memory we make
I’ll take your breath away
and leave you wondering how you ever got so lucky
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I don’t want to be just the type of girl a guy wants to date…I want to be the kind of woman a man wants to marry.
<3
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“God designed women, in both form & function, to be desired, pursued, and embraced. He designed us to attract, to fascinate, to elicit the same gasp of astonished wonder that Eve elicited from Adam in the Garden. And He didn’t make us that way simply to ensure that humans would remain fruitful & multiply. He made us that way so that in our beauty, in men’s desire for us, we would reveal how compelling the human soul is to God.”
- Emily Stimpson, The Catholic Girl’s Survival Guide for the Single Years
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“Set The Fire To The Third Bar”
(feat. Martha Wainwright)
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms