Rebecca.20. Female. I Am A Child Of God.


My Life. My Art. Or Lack Thereof.
Lets See Where This Takes Us.

It’s interesting how shit happens.

Then you just have to wake up and deal.

It is a beautiful thing, a day like today. When the weather is perfect, the eyes around you are kind, the puppy kisses are sloppy sweet, and the peace of God is swelling in your heart.

He is good and gracious with my aching heart.

(Source: mustangblood)

I have recently felt the first drops of a dark storm cloud of depression floating over head. I sense it drifting and growing closer preparing to pour down sheets of hopelessness in my mind. I can’t pray it away, never mind the fact I haven’t even had the motivation to pray at all. When I do it feels empty and pointless.

I am not too proud to admit that I am hurting, I am broken, and I have no idea how the fuck to make it better.

correctly:

tthiles:

i want someone to play this for me

i started crying listening to this

(Source: occupt)

my all nighter face. 

my all nighter face. 

fer1972:

My Friend, the Moon: Illustrations by Troche

(Source: dailydoseofstuf)

what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves