"in this strange tangle of love i'm learning how to see. in this weird change of space i'm learning to believe. in this life i'm living, i feel you helping me." ................................ female. 17. broken. redeemed. music is my love language. literature is my escape. jesus is my one and only. everything else is forgotten. .................................... i don't know who i am or where i am or where i'll go or with whom i'll be but all i know is for now it's me.
Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear—but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.
— 1 Peter 3:3-4
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