(Source: sandandglass)
(Source: placeoftype, via try-to-stay-positive)
I don’t think many people know what it means to love, like we do.
Now I feel the burdens of the past hurts,
Mistrusts, miscommunications, misuse of personal property.
Now I hear the silence responding to the words,
I need someone to answer just sometimes.
Now I see you shutting down, laying down,
Disappearing into the other half of the room we share.
Forgive me for leaving,
For disappearing to those places where my future lives.
Forgive me for the fog in front of my eyes,
I cannot lift due to the heaviness of the present moment,
And all that it bears for us to continue carrying.
He will bring me new baggage.
Others have already put the weight of the New World,
Upon my shoulders.
As the shape of the weight changes,
I feel excitement in the moment of relief,
In the way I can adjust my body
To carry all of this new stuff.
I’m sorry for the way I’ve been running,
You know I’ve always cared the most.
(Source: spiritualinspiration, via sarahsoups)
Typewriter Series #6 by Tyler Knott Gregson
exorcise the fears that haunt our wishes.
(via try-to-stay-positive)
I dream about
1. A dark house full of Christmas lights,
2. and full of people,
3. and full of music,
4. and full of God.
5. A lighter heart full of freedom,
6. and a lighter pair of shoulders,
7. resting with your body,
8. hanging over them.
This is the soundtrack to my heart burning.
The College Town EP, by Ashley Hames
5 track album
I haven’t even graduated college yet, and I already found a way to make a little bit of money doing what I love. I mean, it came way harder than that. Those were the hardest-earned $100 in the Universe. I’ve been writing and singing one of those songs since I was 17. I was the most depressed I’d ever been, and there was a glimmer of joy in just letting my heart do what it does and express itself in song. I think God meets me when I write. I don’t know why He hasn’t given me deeper material. I don’t know why I can’t write music about Him. I don’t know why, when I’m in love or in losing, I pick up a guitar and my heart will pour out in 15 minutes. But someone told me they put their daughter to sleep with the EP. Someone else told me the songs are a gift from my heart to theirs. Someone else that the EP makes them feel good. Another that they can feel my heart when they listen to it. I don’t know what God is up to, but I know this deep connection I have with other human beings through this stuff I write is pretty mystical and one of my favorite things about this life.
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