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⋆°☆◦*.💚.°•𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝟓:𝟖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑼𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚 ! <𝟑 (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧
𐙚 hey u :) Jesus wants to see u in heaven. me too. go pick up a bible and spend atleast five minutes with him<3 he's waiting for u! share this with ppl who need this <33 Jesus wants to be your best-friend! let him into your heart, let the Holy Spirit work in u! ♡ prayer:: dear Lord, please help this child of yours, for they could be struggling with anything right now. please send the Holy Spirit to work in them. please open this persons eyes. please give them strength and courage through you God. please forgive them of anything they have done that might have upset you. please help this person realise the only person they should really listen to and trust is you Lord. you are the only one they need. in your son Jesus i pray, amen !!✞𖦹
┆ ⤿ 💌 ''𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦'' ⌗ - 2 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘺 4:17 ──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 |𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 | 𝘢𝘨𝘦 !! 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 :) (𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦) 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 <3 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!
✞・ 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 3:16 𝙉𝙆𝙅𝙑・・・ ❝𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.❞
“I will fear no evil because god is with me.” Psalms 23:4
Seek Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, stop looking at porn. It objectifies women and children, it taints your soul and pulls you further away from you God. Satan is corrupting your souls with this foul, vile content. You feel shame and guilt because you know it is wrong, porn is never healthy. If you are offended by this message, ask yourself. Why? Why does the mention of Jesus Christ evoke such negative thoughts? Truly ask yourself that. 💓✝
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girl, go do your homework, clean your room, put on a face mask, take a bath, read that self improvement book, watch tam kaur, study for that test in three months, eat an apple, go for a walk, change your pillowcase, buy yourself some flowers, compliment a stranger, start journaling, set up notion, do an internet detox, i love you and you can do it <3
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✝️ 🤗 christ, jesu📖
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📖 🧭➡️👥🌍 ➕ 🚿 🕊️ 🙏 👑
✍ 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢: 𓂃🖊 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 ❝ 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆. 🍎 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆. ❞ 🌳 🐍 🕯 𝟚 ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝟙𝟙:𝟙𝟜 🪽 ⟡—•—•— ・ ₊ ˚ ♱ ‧ ₊˚. ・ ——•—•⟡ 🙃❌ ❝𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 🙏🙂 🧔‍♂ 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞. ❞ 🌊⛵🌊 ꒷︶ ꒷꒥ ꒷ ˚꒷︶꒷꒷꒥꒷˚꒷ ꒷꒥꒷︶꒷ ꒷꒥ ꒷ ˚꒷ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚꒷ ꒥ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𖤍⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ˗ˏˋ 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣 𝕪 𝕠𝕦 𝐏҉ 𝐋𝐄҉𝐀 . ˎˊ˗ 🍎 🫴 🧎‍♂🧎🧎‍♀

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⋆. praying for u <3 .ᐟ morning prayer:: dear Lord, thank you for waking me up today, i am forever grateful for the second chance you give me everyday, and i will always use the second change to follow you. please help me forgive and be patient, for some people might be disruptive and unkind. please have the Holy Spirit work in me today as i go through my day. please watch over everyone i do and dont care for. please bless this day and help me live for you. please heal me. in jesus name, amen!
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𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑫, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 "𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒇𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕!" 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑩𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑬, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 "𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏" 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒚, 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬. 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒙 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆? 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕? 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔! 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝟐.𝟎. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮. 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔! :𝑫𝑫 . 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔! ・゜゜・ ・゜゜・. 。:+* ゜ ゜゜ *+:。(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯┏(^𝟎^)┛ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐! 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆! ᡣ𐭩 🐇 (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ ྀི ̤̮ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝒦 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡( 。 •̀ ᴖ •́ 。)(˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)(..◜ᴗ◝..)( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)(˵˘ ³˘˵) ᯓᡣ𐭩(ó﹏ò。)(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧( ≧ᗜ≦) 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ☀︎ 𓇢𓆸 ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅(´。• ◡ •。`) ♡(=♡ ᆺ ♡=)( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)( 。•ㅅ•。)~✧🗯️(˶˃⤙˂˶)(•O •)(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬゚. ⛧♱ ^᪲᪲᪲ 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ✎ᝰ. ♡ ᪲᪲᪲ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 🐻 ౨ৎ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ∞︎︎ 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 ➜ ̤̮ ᡣ𐭩 ♡ ̆̈ ♡𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞💬 ➤ 🤩 ʚɞ (っ- ‸ - ς)(≧ヮ≦) 💕
poetry about a boy i love. You’re the kind of boy who drives me mad,
With every little thing, you make me sad.
Your words are careless, your actions loud,
You stand in the crowd, never too proud. You’ve got brown hair and eyes so dark,
A tan skin tone, but no real spark.
Your jokes are dumb, your timing worse,
Yet somehow, you’ve become my curse. I hate the way you never see,
The mess you make inside of me.
How you don’t care, and never try,
But still, I can't help but ask why? I hate your silence, the way you pretend,
Like we’re strangers, like we’re just friends.
You’re miles away, but still so near,
A constant ache I can’t clear. But the thing I hate the most, by far,
Is that I love you just as you are.
I hate that I can’t shake this feeling,
This love that feels so unappealing. We talk online, but never face to face,
We share nothing more than empty space.
Yet, no matter what, come rain or shine,
I’ll love you, though I know you’re not mine. I’ll love you through the silence, the pain,
Through everything that drives me insane.
I’ll love you, even when I don’t understand,
For I’ll love you forever—just as I am. search ''LOVELY ARIANNA'' for more
𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑫, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 "𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒇𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕!" 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑩𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑬, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 "𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏" 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒚, 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬. 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒙 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆? 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕? 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔! 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝟐.𝟎. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮. 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒔! :𝑫𝑫 . 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔! ・゜゜・ ・゜゜・. 。:+* ゜ ゜゜ *+:。(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯┏(^𝟎^)┛ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐! 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆! ᡣ𐭩 🐇 (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ ྀི ̤̮ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝒦 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡( 。 •̀ ᴖ •́ 。)(˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)(..◜ᴗ◝..)( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)(˵˘ ³˘˵) ᯓᡣ𐭩(ó﹏ò。)(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧( ≧ᗜ≦) 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ☀︎ 𓇢𓆸 ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅(´。• ◡ •。`) ♡(=♡ ᆺ ♡=)( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)( 。•ㅅ•。)~✧🗯️(˶˃⤙˂˶)(•O •)(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬゚. ⛧♱ ^᪲᪲᪲ 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ✎ᝰ. ♡ ᪲᪲᪲ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 🐻 ౨ৎ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ∞︎︎ 𐙚 ˚ ⋆。˚ ᡣ𐭩 ➜ ̤̮ ᡣ𐭩 ♡ ̆̈ ♡𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞💬 ➤ 🤩 ʚɞ (っ- ‸ - ς)(≧ヮ≦) 💕(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾(˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶)(„• ֊ •„)੭(⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
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𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔠 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰. - 𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 6:2
Psalm 23:6♡
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Maya and Liam had been friends for years. They had met during their first year of college, bonding over shared classes, late-night study sessions, and a mutual love for hiking. Their friendship had always been comfortable—no pressure, just a natural connection that seemed to fit perfectly. But over the past few months, something had started to shift. The small moments, the accidental brushes of hands, the lingering eye contact, and the late-night conversations that went a little deeper than usual, had all started to build into something more. The line between friendship and something more had become increasingly blurry, and both of them had noticed it. Yet, neither of them had dared to bring it up—until now. It was a quiet evening. The rain had started falling softly outside, and the two of them were curled up on the couch in Liam's apartment, a movie playing in the background, though neither of them were really watching. They had been talking about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily, as it always did. But tonight, there was a new tension in the air. Liam shifted slightly, and without thinking, Maya placed her hand on his. The contact was simple, but it felt like everything. Her heart beat a little faster, and she glanced up to find him looking at her, his eyes soft but full of something deeper than she had ever seen before. "Maya," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I think… I think I feel like something's changing between us. I don't know if it's just me, but I can't stop thinking about it." Maya's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. She had felt it too—this growing pull, this new layer to their bond. But hearing him say it out loud felt like stepping into uncharted territory. "I feel it too," she whispered, her voice just as vulnerable. "I don't know what this is, but I know it's something important." For a moment, neither of them said anything. They simply held each other's gaze, the weight of the unspoken understanding between them hanging in the air. It wasn't just about physical attraction. It was deeper—about trust, shared history, and an undeniable connection that neither of them wanted to let go of. Liam reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind Maya's ear, his touch tender. "I don't want to rush anything," he said softly. "But when I’m with you, I feel like I’m at home." Maya's chest tightened at his words. She had always felt comfortable with Liam, but now, sitting so close, it felt like they were standing at the edge of something new. Something beautiful, but uncertain. "I don't want to rush either," Maya replied. "But I think… I think we’ve both waited long enough." Her words were quiet, but they carried the weight of everything they had shared up to this point. With that, Liam leaned in, his face so close to hers that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Their lips met softly at first, testing the waters of something unfamiliar yet comforting. It was slow and gentle, an exploration of the connection they had long felt but never fully acknowledged. The kiss deepened, not out of urgency, but because it felt right. It was as if all the years of friendship had built to this single moment, where everything they had known about each other was woven into something new and delicate. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing a little heavier, their foreheads resting together. They didn't need to speak—it was as if the silence between them was saying everything that needed to be said. "We’ll take it slow," Liam murmured, his voice soft and steady. "One step at a time," Maya agreed, her heart full of warmth and trust. And with that, they stayed close, content in the quiet knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together. The next few days passed in a whirlwind of shared moments—long walks through the park, quiet dinners at their favorite café, and conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. Maya and Liam didn’t rush anything, but the bond between them grew stronger with each passing day. Their connection felt more profound now, as if they were both discovering new layers of each other that they hadn’t fully noticed before. One evening, as they sat on the rooftop of Liam’s apartment, the city lights twinkling below them, Maya found herself stealing glances at him. The way the light caught his face, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled—it was hard to ignore how everything about him seemed to shine a little brighter now. "Do you remember the first time we met?" Maya asked, her voice soft against the night air. Liam smiled, his gaze faraway for a moment as he recalled their first encounter. "How could I forget? You were sitting in the front row, scribbling notes like your life depended on it. And I was the guy who tried to start a conversation with you and got shut down instantly." Maya laughed, the sound light and easy. "I wasn’t being rude! I was just… focused. And a little nervous." "Nervous?" Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Why? You were always so confident, even back then." Maya paused, her fingers tracing the edge of her cup as she thought about it. "I guess it was because I didn't know what I was doing. I had no idea how I was going to navigate college, let alone friendships or relationships. And you—" She met his eyes, her heart beating a little faster, "—you seemed like you had it all figured out." Liam chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Far from it. I was just pretending. Honestly, I was lucky to have met you. You've always had this way of making everything seem easier." Maya blushed at the compliment, not sure what to say in response. She had always admired Liam’s calm demeanor and easy confidence, but hearing it from him made her realize how much they had both grown over the years. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Liam reached out, gently touching her hand. "Maya… I just want to say again that I’m glad we’re doing this. Whatever this is. I don’t know where it’ll go, but I trust you. And that means a lot." Her heart swelled with warmth. "I trust you too," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "I’ve never felt like this with anyone before." Liam smiled, leaning a little closer. "You know, we don’t have to rush this. I think we’ve both been in relationships before where things felt a bit too fast or too complicated. But with you… this just feels right. It feels real." A few days later, they decided to take a weekend trip to the mountains, a place they had both visited together during their earlier years of friendship. The hike up was long, but the views were worth every step. As they reached the summit, standing on the rocky edge, they shared a moment of quiet triumph, gazing out over the valley below. "This was always my favorite place," Liam said, a nostalgic smile on his face as he looked out at the expansive view. Maya nodded, looking around. "It feels like it’s been so long since we were last here. But in a way, it feels like we’ve never really left." She glanced at him, noticing how the soft light of the setting sun illuminated his features. In this peaceful, beautiful place, it felt as though the world was still for a moment, giving them the space to just be. To exist in this new version of their relationship without needing to rush or overthink. As they sat on a large boulder near the edge, sharing stories and quiet laughter, Maya found herself leaning against Liam, the familiar comfort of their friendship melding seamlessly with the deeper connection that had been growing between them. "You know," Liam said, his voice low and contemplative, "I’m glad we’re doing this—this whole… journey. I don’t want to jump ahead of myself, but I just feel like whatever comes next, we’ll be okay. Because we’ve always been okay, right?" Maya’s heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his voice taking her by surprise. She turned to face him, her voice steady but full of emotion. "Yeah. We’ll be okay. No matter what happens, we’ve got each other." Liam smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and something deeper. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, and for that moment, everything felt perfectly aligned. They didn’t need to say much more—they were simply two people, taking the next step together, in a journey that was still unfolding. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a soft golden hue, Maya knew that whatever path they walked next, they would face it hand in hand, growing at their own pace, together. Maya nodded, her fingers brushing against his in a gentle rhythm. "I agree. I want this to be something that grows at its own pace. No pressure." They sat together in the quiet, watching the city below, feeling the weight of the moment. The soft hum of the evening filled the air, punctuated only by their shared laughter and occasional words. As the night wore on, Maya could sense how deeply she was beginning to care for Liam—not just as a friend, but as something more. And though neither of them had vocalized it yet, there was a mutual understanding that this was the beginning of something special, something that would take time to fully unfold. But for now, they were content with taking it slow, savoring each step as it came.
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