Jennifumblr.

Ask me anything   What I know, what I feel, what I like, what I'm learning and where I wish to visit--you can find here. My life is currently in the midst of being transformed by God through his grace and love. I'm Jennifer.

There are some things that shouldn’t be this hard and this whole issue should go on that list.

— 2 days ago with 1 note
Coda.

I’ve been through these emotions before but in different circumstances. The pain is thicker and enduring in this case, and it all finally peaked this weekend. I’m glad there is a resolution to this because it was eating at me for the longest time while you were very likely oblivious. I’ve tried a thousand times to walk away without telling you exactly what was going on. But briefly explaining in readers digest terms what’s been happening in my head and you directly explaining what needed to happen from here was enough in spite of my call probably blindsiding you trying to scramble for words. I am not going to lie, I’m fricken heartbroken this didn’t work out and I’m fricken heartbroken over what you said. I haven’t cried this much since my grandpa passed away 4 years ago. I can’t help but think maybe I am the only one who still had flashbacks to 9 months ago and that I was the only one left who still cared. The hardest realization I face with this is knowing I thought more about you so much more than you did about me. Maybe things could’ve been explained better this weekend, but it was enough to get across the main point of what I needed to know. I’m glacially pacing in coming to terms there will be no “we” or “us” and that I’ll be finally be fine. Beyond all that, we can be friends somehow again.

I thoroughly believe that this time, time will also finally begin to heal the confusion, ache and damage. But in all honesty, this is the first weekend since you left where I don’t miss you. 

— 3 days ago with 2 notes
#personal 
Sometimes looking over the city’s the only thing that keeps me calm.

Three different times on three consecutive days this weekend.

Sometimes looking over the city’s the only thing that keeps me calm.

Three different times on three consecutive days this weekend.
— 4 days ago with 2 notes
#seattle 

fuckyeah1990s:

The Boy Meets World spin off “Girl Meets World” released a trailer today, proceed to flip the hell out.

(via alisunshine)

— 1 week ago with 8094 notes
Sophia Bush is flawless.

Sophia Bush is flawless.

(via entrometidogirl)

— 1 week ago with 44 notes

If you pull, then I’ll push too deep and I’ll fall right back to you.

— 1 week ago
magdzawa:

Las Vegas Sin City na We Heart It.

Memorial Day weekend cannot come sooner. In the mean time, I’ll attempt to be studying my life away til then.

magdzawa:

Las Vegas Sin City na We Heart It.

Memorial Day weekend cannot come sooner. In the mean time, I’ll attempt to be studying my life away til then.

— 1 week ago with 37 notes

Sometimes after a series of long days, you just gotta be nice to yourself. Even if that means crying for a while, buying yourself comfort food, and being in bed before 9 with no regard about the fact that you’re not studying for an hour or worrying about a, b, or c. And you need to tell yourself it is all going to be just fine and mean it because it will be.

— 2 weeks ago with 3 notes
#It's just one of those days where everything hits you all at once. 
wnderlst:

Speicherstadt, Hamburg | Jan Schättiger

Yes why am I not here right now……

wnderlst:

Speicherstadt, Hamburg | Jan Schättiger

Yes why am I not here right now……

— 2 weeks ago with 2079 notes
"

Here it is,
well after midnight
and I am awake.

Tired but awake.
Thinking of you.

I’m wishing a had a bottle
or a can to drown you
in or at least drown
myself enough that
you come washing out
like a waterfall.

But every time you come
out in tears that
flow out of my lonely
eyes like a tsunami.

I reached for you in my dreams last
night but you disappeared
just as I got close
and that’s why I can’t sleep.

I can’t go another night of
reaching for you and coming
up empty.

My arms are tired and
my eyes are tired and
my arms can no longer
reach your side
and my eyes no longer see
you clearly. They’re
too clouded with the memories
of you.

I wish you were a book I
could put down so I could get
some rest.

At least then I’d know we had
pages left to read and stories
left to tell.

But, love, I’m afraid we are out
of ink. And I’m out of words.

I’m tired of missing you.

"
C, goodnight dear (via coltonsnead)
— 2 weeks ago with 71 notes

It’s been a day but now I don’t even know what to make of this whole World Vision thing.

Read more
— 3 weeks ago with 3 notes