(via worshipgifs)
"I listen to the songs on my old phone and they take me back, first to the summer of 2015, then to the winter of 2016. I smile a tired smile. I miss you but at the same time I feel so damn right being here right now in time. I understand now why what happened had to happen. I transfer those songs to my new phone. I know I can hear them and enjoy the art they are made of without letting our past overpower me. I am happy in the now…I am happy with my now. But I’m glad the past happened."- To the girl I used to be
(via creatingnikki)
I realize that while you are growing up you think you and your friends are indestructible. You think that you will have forever to do something you love. You think you will have forever for everything. The truth is that you don’t. You only have today to live and you may have tomorrow, but you may not have tomorrow’s tomorrow. You do not get to choose what happens…you don’t get to choose what day you die or how you die.
©bre_lc
"Freedom is choice"
"Waiting for the day I can finally finish this degree, can leave this job and find my place in the world that doesn’t leave me feeling crappy at the end of the day."
"When you can look a thing dead in the eye, acknowledge that it exists, call it exactly what it is, and decide what role it will take in your life then, my Beloved, you have taken the first step toward your freedom."- Iyanla Vanzant
(via aspiritualwarrior)
"Can you really let what has happened tint how you see your past? Does a bad ending ruin the good times leading up to your parting? Are all the pictures ruined because they are old? Are the memories now a burden of the past?
Or can you hold onto the light while accepting the dark?"
"When the night, is holding onto me, God is holding on"
A married woman’s past
I write to you now as a married woman.
Not to be patronising, but to say it all still hurst, all the broken friendships, the ex-boyfriends who ran you into the ground, the bad memories, the hurtful comments of your past, they are still there. They sit there quietly, just watching your life go by, and slowly, we fill the cupboard with more and more and the memories are replaced with new ones, and yes occasionally you may be forced to dig an old memory out from the back of the cupboard, but it will be worth it if it means you can finally throw it away.
I’ve sat here for a while, wondering why, as a married woman, I hope an old Love still thinks of me. Do we really fear being forgotten so much, maybe that’s all this ever was, a way to be remembered?
I am a happily married woman. And I wouldn’t change a thing.