Lacey Ramburger

Love is the thing we live for, die for, and fight for. We can’t always explain it, and we aren’t always good at it, but we crave it none the less. We were made to love and be loved.

I’m sorry that when things like this happen the immediate response, from both your diehard fans and others, is usually an overwhelming, “Can’t wait to hear your new music!”

One thing is certain: If you can’t handle the parts of her that bother you, then you need to end it right now.

I don’t really look back at you as an honest heartbreak-maybe more like a bruise. It can sting when I think about how things ended so vaguely and open ended.

When your heart breaks, the aftermath can do so many things to you. It can make you scared. Vulnerable. Reckless. It can also make you strong, resilient, and wise.

It appears that the church doesn’t always do the best job of letting people know that if they have had premarital sex, that they are still valuable.

We have been on top of mountains and we have been pulled into undercurrents, sucked into riptides. We all have perspectives of the beautiful and magical parts of life, as well as the sides that are dark and not as kind.

I’m always terrified my baggage is what will take down the plane,
The only means I have to travel somewhere new.

As long as we live in a world with other options, choices, experiences, and people, there will always be a reason to leave. And he’s going to take it every single time.

Dating casually wasn’t trying to teach me about love: it was trying to teach me about fun, about confidence, about endless choices. It did its job, because I did have fun.

We stopped looking at feelings as beautiful and natural ways of expression and labeled them inconvenient. The more emotions you feel, the less stable you are, they say.

It’s funny, honestly. For a girl who laughs in the face of exercise and feigns death when the idea of taking a jog is mentioned, I’ve managed to do a lot of it in my life.