Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
I just wanna kiss you for a few hours
So, you wanna know what I want? I want it all. I want to be in love so much it hurts. The frissons. The pin pricks. The mind-blowing sex. The connection. And I want to be married with kids I adore and a husband who makes me feel safe, sexy, smart, secure, silly, serious, salacious, sinful, serene, satisfied. I want someone who makes me laugh until milk comes out of my nose (only I don’t drink milk). I want to finish someone’s sentences. I want to believe in someone, in something, in a future that’s not just about laundry and soccer practice ad subdivisions and minivans and guilt-tripping grandparents. I want to make someone a better person. I want to be a good example. I want to love some kids into the world. I want someone who stimulates my brain as much as my body. I want to taste everything and go everywhere. I want to give and I want to get. I want too much and I want it all in one person.
— Other People’s Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See (via busyoverthinking)
people my age are getting pregnant and married and i can’t even order a pizza over the phone
Child, this is not about your opinion about yourself. This is not about your worthiness. This is not about winning points with Me. This is not about what you do or fail to do. This is about the fact that I am your Father, and therefore you are My child. This is about you coming to know who I really am and therefore who you are—you belong to Me. This is about you coming to know as you are known. This is about you seeing the real riches of your inheritance in Me and being filled with a great hallelujah! This is about you coming to bask in my relationship with you.
— God, The Parable of the Dancing God (via godsradicaldaughter)
