"Summer eventually ends, and when it does, we stash it away like a stolen treasure. We commit it to the part of our memories that is only to be spoken of through warmly cryptic nostalgia. The kind of thing one brushes over during a dinner conversation with a soft chuckle. ‘Well, that was just Summer…’ we say, and all is forgiven. When Fall comes we will rid ourselves of the mornings that started at 5pm and the nights that ended in whiskey. Rid ourselves of the late night smoke sessions and the half-relinquished lovers that will never be what they were that one summer. All the weekdays we spent sinning like they were weekends. All the fun we had until the date itself became irrelevant are forgiven. Summer is beautiful because it fades towards, but not to an abyss. The three months will pass and carry with them a certain glory that is comfortable with whispering itself into a far off glisten. Almost without having happened in the first place—and thusly, every summer is the best summer ever."
Miles Hodges (via macabr0nii)
"Should oceans rise and mountains fall, He never fails."
Take Heart // Hillsong United (via kvtes)