I love you.
I love you and your messy long hair.
I love your smile in the morning afternoon and night.
I love your teeth.
I love your opinions so exquisite and full.
I love you and my parents will love you too.
I love you like your top and bottom eye lash love each other. Always longing to touch each other.
I love you
And you don’t love me.
I can’t wait to get married because its like a sleepover every night with your best friend.
(Source: thrillsurfer, via cure-v)
It’s always been you and it always will be.
Hi, I’m Lindsey. And this is my second tattoo.
Referencing 1 Peter 2:24, “by His wounds you are healed,” and Isaiah 53:5, “But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
“by His wounds I have been healed,” a beautiful statement that I do not deserve and will never get over. Jehovah Rophi, the Healer. Something I wanted to be reminded of daily.