Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.

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Dream Hampton

(via her0inchic)

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We have been intensely talking about mission trips the past few days. {Please consider keeping us in your prayers as we are in prayer about this together & as we have ALREADY been presented with a possible opportunity!!!! ♡} We’ve had our hearts set on a honeymoon to Ireland for quite some time- but right now it seems God might have other plans in store for us next summer. We’re VERY excited. God is good! I can’t wait to serve together as husband and wife :)

We have been intensely talking about mission trips the past few days. {Please consider keeping us in your prayers as we are in prayer about this together & as we have ALREADY been presented with a possible opportunity!!!! ♡} We’ve had our hearts set on a honeymoon to Ireland for quite some time- but right now it seems God might have other plans in store for us next summer. We’re VERY excited. God is good! I can’t wait to serve together as husband and wife :)

You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.

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Everything Has Changed (officially out) 


lajoiedespetiteschoses whispered: You have such a lovely blog!! :) 

💕Why, thankyou.
It’s just a little peak into my simple life.
Yours is quite cute, as well!



Finding you was like coming home.

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