My name is Sarah. I love rain and sunshine and the color pink. I love to write and would gladly sit down to write you a letter, or a story about a bee and a cricket in a boxing ring. While balloons make me extremely happy and I view flowers as little messengers, I also have an affinity for the unusual. I'm deeply fascinated by tornados, alligators, and criminals, among other things. Some of the sweetest moments of my life have been conversating with God while riding my bike. I don't believe in regrets, only learning. I find a very sweet taste in breathing in deeply. AND I believe and am completely comitted to a four-letter word. . . LOVE! This site is just all the things that I love or that inspire me or that are me or just make me giggle or laugh or feel empowered. It's basically just my online scrapbook/diary. It's my insides coming out in web format. :)
…We only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.
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We’re living in an era where capturing moments using our phones is more important than actually living these moments with whoever is beside us.
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does it ever kill you when you make conversation with the person youve been looking forward to talking to the entire day and they just kinda brush you off
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My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
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I wish I wasn’t still fearing him. I wish these irrational and pesky fears about this relationship and us would just go away. It’s not even that they are all valid fears. Maybe that’s the most frustrating part is that so much of me is terrified of this; of the unfamiliar and uncomfortable and unknown. But isn’t that also the beauty: the unknown, the miracle of new things and the element of surprise in discovering? See the other part of me is so annoyed that I’m so fearful and not being able to fully grasp the joy of just being in love. Of daily looking into the eyes of the man I believe I want to spend every day with for the rest of my life. I want to embrace that wholeheartedly with wild abandon and passion in my heart but I’m bound by this chain of fear about what a fragile thing love makes us into and how trusting we have to become of another person and how committal to the highest degree this kind of love can call us to. And I am afraid. What if he hurts me? What if he breaks me? What if I can’t heal? And it’s not his fault. I don’t have specific cause to fear these things of him. But i do. I don’t suppose it’s my fault either. It’s human nature. But when will the fear really subside and the confidence commence that this man really loves me and I him and our love will prevail thru trouble or hardship thru good and bad? Love conquers all, but when does love conquer irrational fear?