Once, all villagers decided to pray for rain, on the day of prayer, all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella.that’s faith.
Imagine the feeling of a one year old baby when you throw him in the air.He laughs because he knows you will catch him.that’s trust.
Every night we go to bed, we have no assurance to wake up alive the next morning but still we have plans for tomorrow.that’s hope,
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THIS
this is the only gif i’ll watch the whole way through
*sitting alone in my apartment laughing hysterically until tears come and the neighbors call social services*
//This came from a comic on dA.
i’ve been laughing at this for 78676712 years
O
THIS
this is the only gif i’ll watch the whole way through
*sitting alone in my apartment laughing hysterically until tears come and the neighbors call social services*
//This came from a comic on dA.
i’ve been laughing at this for 78676712 years
O
I want a man who takes care of me, I want a man to love me, hold me, and treat me like a lady. I want him to hold my hand and tell me I’m pretty. I want to open doors for me, and do cliched things like put his jacket over a mud puddle for me to walk over. I want to wake up to his next to mine. I want him to be mine…
BUT
I want to be the lady who tends to him, in sickness or in health. I want to make a sandwich for him when he’s hungry, and take off his shoes and get him a drink when he gets back from work. I want to be the woman that puts a smile on his face, the woman he’s proud to talk about. I want to be the woman that doesn’t nag him or berate him, I want to be encouraging. I want to make him feel like he’s important and is doing a good job.
I want to be as much as the woman he wants me to be, as much as I want him to be the man I want him to be.
I want a man who takes care of me, I want a man to love me, hold me, and treat me like a lady. I want him to hold my hand and tell me I’m pretty. I want to open doors for me, and do cliched things like put his jacket over a mud puddle for me to walk over. I want to wake up to his next to mine. I want him to be mine…
BUT
I want to be the lady who tends to him, in sickness or in health. I want to make a sandwich for him when he’s hungry, and take off his shoes and get him a drink when he gets back from work. I want to be the woman that puts a smile on his face, the woman he’s proud to talk about. I want to be the woman that doesn’t nag him or berate him, I want to be encouraging. I want to make him feel like he’s important and is doing a good job.
I want to be as much as the woman he wants me to be, as much as I want him to be the man I want him to be.
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