Reblogging again and again. Jesus, we love you. *This is really worth a million reblogs. To show how much pain Jesus have gone through just for US* Jesus sacraficed HIS life, went through all that pain and suffering FOR YOU, yet you can’t even reblog this post? Reblog, it’s something you can do to give back to God, what he gave for you.
Dear You, Your the boy i call my best friend. I run to you when nothing feels right, and you don’t even have to say anything. You just listen. Talking to you feels effortless and straightforward. I tell you anything and everything and you have never looked at me differently. I can play around with you and you get me back, worse. i love your strength and easy-goingness. The way almost nothing hurts you is amazing. Your hugs are inimitable. Every time i hug you its almost like you can shield me from danger. I have never been this comfortable. So why is this so weird? I mean I’ve seen this in movies but this isn’t a chick flick, where the two best friends fall in love and get married and everything is all right. Honestly, I’m not even expect that. We could never date and only be friends and ill be ok. I just feel like I’m fighting feelings for you. I mean, its not like I want them. I could never tell you though. By telling you i would be putting our friendship on the line. You mean too much for me to just let you walk out of my life. I just wish that you felt the same way and told me. Love, Anonymous.
Don’t you see my eyes, and wish you could stare into them? Don’t you ever see my hair, and wish your fingers were running though my hair? Don’t you see my lips, and wish yours were on top? Don’t you see my hips, and wish your hands were on them? Don’t you see my arms, and wish you were in them? Don’t you see my sobbing eyes, and wish you were making me smile? Don’t you see my shattered heart, and wish you were fixing it? Don’t you see me, and want to make me yours?