People say I’m just a rough boy I ain’t no good for you girl It’s a dead end street, tryin’ to love me Yeah, I’ll wreck your world I can see why they’re all talkin’ Lookin’ back at my past I’ve got a bad name, but a man can change I’m livin’ proof of that
Til my last day Til my last breath Of everyone that can, I can love you the best Til my last day, I’ll be lovin’ you All the way up, til they lay me down Six feet under, the cold hard ground Til my last day, I’ll be lovin’ you
“Pain comes in all forms: the small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain, the normal pains we live with every day. Then there’s the kind of pain we can’t ignore: a level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else, makes the rest of the world fade away until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us. Pain. We anesthetize, ride it out, embrace it, ignore it… And for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.”—Grey’s Anatomy (via bedbugss)
My pen-pal and former pastor’s son, Jason, stepped on an IED in Afghanistan a few hours ago. Although he’s still alive and should be okay, he lost his right foot and severely injured his leg. Please, y’all, if you could keep him in your thoughts and prayers over the next few days, I’d really appreciate it. He’s a really good guy, and he could really use those prayers. God bless you and our soldiers!