Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.
Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via fromthismountaintop)

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What’s Worse?

I could set out to pen you a letter

Detail the can’t and cans

Do and don’t’s

Maybe write you a plan

But to tell you the rules

Would be cheating the game-

that doesn’t exist.

But even this, I can’t explain.

You see what I can’t do

is tell you

that when you catch him looking it wasn’t the first time.

Or that you told him yes or no with just a flick of your eye.

What I can’t say is how wounded you will be when you let them move in

and too soon they leave.

How you’ll demand God show you who.

How you’ll beg to be loved.

Wanted. To be told.

I love you.

By him. Like them.

But what’s worse:

I can’t tell you

That once he does come,

Something will soon go missing

again. And if you don’t find Him

first. You may never find it.

And love without Him, well

What’s worse?

Thanks. It has pockets!
every girl ever responding to a compliment on a skirt/dress that has pockets (via clockporn)

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Tink when she was a wee pup! & me saying “Ohhh!” To her :)

Tink when she was a wee pup! & me saying “Ohhh!” To her :)

Be you.

Be you.