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I want to know the depth of the forest between your shoulder blades and the rolling hills of strength between your lungs. I want your light, but I can handle your rain because I don’t expect you to always shine. I’ve made my bed in the shade that you’ve always called your shadows. The weather has never scared me and neither have you. I’ve tasted fog, felt the rays, I love both, and so I love you.

I’m gonna hope, and hope, and hope, until one day I do something; Maybe then, we’ll be able to find that place that we have both wanted for so long, maybe then, we’ll have each other. I’m not reaching for stars anymore, I’m reaching for you, and honestly, that’s far more beautiful than a night full of dancing flames.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You

I don’t have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there’s no way that I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.

Does she scare you a little? Good. She should make you fear her love, so that when she lets you be apart of it, you won’t take it lightly. She should remind you of the power that beauty brings, that storms reside in her veins, and that she still wants you in the middle of it all. Do not take this soul for granted, for she is fierce, and she can take you places that you never thought you could go; but she is still loving in the midst of it all, like the calm rain after a storm, she can bring life. Learn her, and cherish her, respect her, and love her; for she is so much more than a pretty face, she is a soul on fire.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 

(via 5000letters)

Do you ever pull into your
driveway and stay in your car
until the song on the radio is
over? We were midway through
the chorus when you jumped
right out with a wave over your
shoulder. I know it was easy
for you to leave, but you’re
still my favorite song and I’m
not ready to turn it off yet.

Rebeka Anne, We don’t feel done to me