That great feeling after a workout can never be replaced. (Taken with instagram)
There are moments in time when I want to reach out to you, to draw you close and tell you just how alright everything is going to be. To tell you that I’ve been where you are before. That I’ve been there and I’m learning out to conquer to. I want to tell you that what you’re feeling is simply a feeling, it is not a definition of who you are; also, feelings fade… Just like these ones will. To tell you that you’re not weird, or crazy… Or alone. To pray with you and be the one you lean on.
But I can’t.
Because this is a “meet me halfway” kinda thing, so I’ll stand here on the line; waiting, and praying.
-taylor
(via quote-book)
God has blessed me with her smile :) (Taken with instagram)
ϟ Haunting Me
She liked to tell them stories of her ghost, she liked to weave tales of her shadow. She liked to live in her past, never letting the wind of today brush her face or tickle her skin.
Her past was all that held him; her past was the only place that he haunted her.
Her guard. The watchtower of lost love.
He blanketed her body like clouds over the sun on a hot summer day. He whispered to her through the creaky floorboards and his song always mingled with the wind through the leaves. She would catch glimpses of him as her eyelids grew heavy and would watch him steal through the crevices of darkness. He always sidled alongside her; never leaving her bare or without her memories.
He was her ghost.
He left a breeze as he passed, a breeze that grew goosebumps on the arms her used to hold. The heart he used to touch would thump wildly as she felt his presence grow stronger and his fingers would draw a smile on her pretty little face.
He was the ghost that gave her pen many stories to write and the shadow that made her dreams sweet. He was the ghost with such a mystery.
Ghost, gravity it calling her home.
Haunt her yet.
Haunt her still.
Haunt her forever.
- taylor
Coffee makes the day so much brighter. (Taken with instagram)
