God Loves LifeGod loves life. He doesn't love chaos, He just decided chaos was worth the sake of living and loving. He creates beings with free will, despite the 100 percent positive risk that they will turn on Him. Because the beautiful, creative imagination of His mind, heard our voices and felt our passions and needs before we were alive, and He loved us so much, in our un-existence, when we were nothing but ideas, that He couldn't bare to leave us un-existing. Despite our betrayals and selfishness and mistakes and every self-sabotage, He thought the chance of loving us and giving us life and a world, a universe, and an experience of beautiful, wonderful things, was worth all the heartache and suffering He would experience romancing and reconciling us.God Loves Life18 hours ago in Emotional
Individuality ShatteredLet me start out by saying this. I am not depressed.Individuality Shattered2 days ago in Emotional
However, it's true that I haven't been feeling like myself for a long time.
Sometimes there's a void within me and I'm not sure if it's supposed to be there. Sometimes, I feel like everything's okay and the future's something I have the power to change. Other times, I feel like the people around me have full control of me and dictate my every move. Is it just a part of growing up, something that's completely normal for a college student to feel, or is it a sign of something darker? It feels like the weight pressing down on me, crushing what's left of my fragile personality and self-confidence, and forcing me to become someone I'm not.
I feel like I'm being forced away from my individuality.
It's been going on for a long time, I've come to realize, but I never really rebelled against it. Even in high school, when I felt that I was being forced to plan huge life choices for myself about my education, I felt like I still had control of
Dear Uncle MikeI hate that you are associated with death in my mind.Dear Uncle Mike3 days ago in Emotional
It feels so unreal still, to know that you are gone. Tomorrow it will be four months that you were taken from us, from the family, but it still hurts as if I just received the news. June 7, 2015. How my mind has combed through that day, with so many tears still burning my eyes and words that I'll never be able to say stuck in my throat. How could this have happened? You, out of all people in this world, never deserved this. You were a great father. An excellent husband. And an uncle I never deserved. You were always there for me, waiting for me to open up to you, because you loved me and you cared about me, even when no one wanted to believe how much I had hated myself in the past. You never pushed, but you let me know that you were a message away on Facebook, and that's all I needed.
Now, that message box is still empty. I can not bring myself to even think about messaging you now that you're gone. What's the point in doing it? You
Let Me Redefine StrengthI am not the dead body of a 12 years old Syrian boy you can toss me onto one of your shores and wash the blood off your hands as you talk about your war scheme. I am the ocean into which your ships will drown. I am not a 14 years old girl you'll rape the night after her wedding then brush your beard with verses of a holly book the next morning. No I'm not. Not the red-stained dress, not the tearful smile. I'm not a land you can fill me with corpses and bullet shells and tanks. I am the sky of a thousand thousand shooting stars.Let Me Redefine Strength16 hours ago in Emotional
I am the night prayers of mothers, the "I love you" when rockets fall down from the sky like rain. I am the little fingers of schoolchildren clutching to the hands of one another when God speaks through thunder,
I am the smell of rain, the perfume of the boy who first filled my stomach with butterflies. I am the stars I counted to sleep when they slaughtered all of my sheep, and the love songs I heard on my way back home because I
My Best Friend The Story of my Best Friend:My Best Friend3 days ago in Emotional
There was once a shy girl who went up to the swings at school, wanting a partner to play with. The other girl was tiny and not used to other kids, but thought it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. Soon enough, snack time, play time, and lunch were filled with laughter and secrets, jokes and stories. Scooby-Doo reenactments and other mentions of cartoons.
The girls grew older, taller (though one stopped growing a little early), and perhaps wiser. Secrets and laughter still filled their time together. Both grew into young women, still together in friendship. Always trying to help one another through the bad and the good. Through arguments and hateful words, to days of story-telling and encouragements.
The main character of this story is Crystal Rose Wood. She was once a shy little girl with pigtails and unsettled nerves. With bad allergies and fears. Now, she’
I am so tired of this!I'm going to be very brief about this. Whether the fourth installment is confirmed or not, I will say this:I am so tired of this!2 days ago in Emotional
The world DOESN'T need a FOURTH Equestria Girls movie!!!
Heck, the world didn't need a second or third movie, for that matter!
Enough is enough!!!
There! Flame away, if you must.
Who would accept her? Good bye, you say as you exit your home. Not bothering with answer from your parents, or anyone in particular. Simply announcing that you are leaving. You see me, waiting for you. You see -her-, but you do not greet. A passing glance and then you are on your way to school. I follow you, as I always do. Ever since you knew I was there I have been following you. We're practically neighbours. And yet you've never introduced me to anyone. You meet one of your friends on your way to school. Greets, laughs, pokes, and playful punches are shared among you. And I notice that passing glance once again. It's there, subtle but noticeable only to me. With each added individual to the group, I get pushed further and further away from you. Soon I am at the immediate outside of your ring. Classes haven't started yet, and I see you perk up for a moment as they discuss private matter. Perhaps today is the day? No, you sit back down and wave it off like always. Classes start and we all goWho would accept her?3 hours ago in Emotional
If OnlyIf onlyIf Only1 day ago in Emotional
I didn't see the mirror as a summons to a court - where so many people are free to judge me and my fate - and saw it for what it truly is: an inanimate object.
I could look in a full-length mirror and love me: my curves, my marks, my towering physique - without finding a part of me to hate. Perhaps the fear would go away.
Others didn't have to feel this way. While there is strength in numbers, there are many that lack the reassurance that there is beauty in flaws.
The world didn't try hard to convince us otherwise with a combination of flawless bodies and flawless minds; people that we're meant to idolise and imitate, regardless of the impact their lifestyle could have on our bodies.
We weren't taught by loved ones to be anything but ourselves, flaws embraced and proudly flaunted, showing the world that
WE ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
In a WhisperQuietly in a whisper,In a Whisper43 minutes ago in Emotional
Hiding through the pale eye,
Bitten by the love that…
Seems to grow more each day,
Blinded, I strayed towards the dark,
Path lit by dread and guilt,
Worried for the coming of the sun,
Hidden sorrow soon took gold fast,
Where hungry men find no rest,
No taste of after their test,
No waiting for the after math…
Nothing lingers, nothing lasts,
Deep within the hold’s cruel keep,
Hidden by the eye’s deep sleep,
Suspended on a weighted bead,
Where pure men never come back again…
Cruel beauty is truly lie,
Mercy is a fabled cry,
Gone but not forgotten,
Seen but not touched…
Quietly I whisper,
Holding the strength of me,
Inside I fear to answer,
What lies beneath?
Spreading the Word of GOD 121Spreading the Word of GOD 12120 hours ago in Emotional
8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.
10 But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity.
11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
UntitledI smoked my first cigarette with you.Untitled1 day ago in Emotional
It was by a river, quite secluded as you were always afraid of getting caught. Said it was your own little safe space, and I was honored you brought me into it.
You offered me one and I graciously took it, producing my own lighter. Luckily I had watched enough movies to know to inhale, and with a flick of my thumb I was there.
I think you thought I did this a lot, and my ability to keep from coughing helped. The new sensation felt like a hug from an old friend, the smoke coating my lungs.
I looked up and saw you lost in thought, gently tapping away the ash, and used it as an excuse to study your features.
You later told me you liked the way I held my cigarette, said you had never seen it done that way before.
I guess I got lost in thought too.
BottlesDo you ever feel like your mind is like a bottle?Bottles2 days ago in Emotional
Over time feelings and emotions are accumulated through occurrences in life and end up in that bottle.
You see bottles can be made of different materials and this metaphorically applies to that of your mind also, plastic, metal, glass.. all of which have different properties. Plastic is flexible and durable but it can only take so much before it pops and all of its contence comes spilling out.
Metal is tough and sturdy but over time it can rust and erode making it eventually crumble and fall to bits.
But you see glass, glass is fragile, seethrough and if given too hard a knock can fracture, leaving these tiny hairline breaks out through it. now imagine these cracks are the result of something that hurts you, for instance, someone calls you something nasty, or you have a fight with a loved one, each leaves a crack, but it's not always these cracks that break the glass instantly, no it's the accumulation of many tiny cracks that weaken th
The lord of evil || the story beginsIt was a normal day at the palace the King was sitting in his room when the queen came running to his room she opened the door "My king you must hurry"she said he said"What's wrong""It's your Mother she's"she said but paused because the King went running to his mother room when he entered he saw his mother laying on the bed with a smile on her face surrounded by female servants"mother!"he said "your brother is born"she replayedThe lord of evil || the story begins2 days ago in Emotional
Twelve years later
"Ok Batlimus now this is your first hunting trip are you ready"the king said to his brother "sure let's go"he replayed And so the King took his brother on his first hunting trip and went to the vilivalian forest on they way they meet some people it was the first time Batlimus meets people outside the palace when they reached the forest they stopped they got of their horses and sat down Batlimus "Ok now this is your bow and arrows try to hunt anything I will be here waiting for you"the king said while handing the bow and arrows to Batlimus
Your Last NoteTalk to me.Your Last Note2 days ago in Emotional
there aren’t words that could let you understand this
I am listening.
there is no one here
Your eyes are full of so much pain
every day is anguish
and I want to take your sadness away.
i can’t live with all this suffering
You are beautiful.
i hate everything about myself
I love to spend time with you.
every second is meaningless
I’m excited to see you again.
i can’t be betrayed again
I’m so blessed to have met you.
i think god hates me too
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow
why can’t i just disappear
When you make it through another day
i want to die
things will get better.
how can i wake up to face hell again
Please don’t kill yourself.
there is no reason to live
I care about you.
I love you,
i am not worthy
more than anyone else,
i am not interesting
and you would rather be dead.
i do not matter
Can you hear me?
LGBT People Are Not At War With ChristiansLGBT People Are Not At War With Christians4 hours ago in Emotional
LGBT people are not a threat to Christians.
It's remarkable that this would even need to be said, but there are many Christians who feel threatened by LGBT "activists". In fact, some Christians have a view that most LGBT people are "hateful", "intolerant" or "anti-Christian". There are even those who say LGBT people are waging war on Christians.
But, while there are certainly hateful or dangerous LGBT people out there, most are not. They definitely aren't at war with Christians. The thing is, many of them feel like Christians are at war with them.
There are some Christians who picket funerals of LGBT soldiers, say natural disasters are caused by LGBT people, say LGBT people who were brutally murdered or bullied into suicide deserved to die and they hope they go to hell, but you know that doesn't represent most Christians at all. In the same way, LGBT people who force Christian business owners into bankruptcy, stalk and harass Christians, or who call
coffeeMy head is banging against the wall,coffee5 hours ago in Emotional
eyes heavy after it all
Hands of mine feel so powerless,
so strong me is gone, sad me taking
I hear sound, somewhere far away(yyy)
Bartender filling up machine
seen every day, needed every day
Coffee maker purpling, ticking
Bursting out same old black liquid gold
Can you feel it, taste it? Coffee, life line
Of us, last ones still here.
Your eyes sparkle at morning rays of light,
My heart feels so light, sadness can’t win
Can’t win against your heart, how I did find you
Coffee girl of mine, smiling, every day, when I am
Lonely, sad filled me (x3 repeat)
DoneRespiro fundo, bem devagar. Sinto aquele cheiro que não é bem cheiro mas a sensação intensa do fumo, abro as narinas e deixo a dor entrar. Ardem-me os olhos, sinto os lábios secos e o pó no corpo.Done15 hours ago in Emotional
Pisamos as últimas minas do nosso campo de batalha. Atiramos gestos com raiva, espalhamos palavras perfurantes como balas, muitas sem sentido mas com a certeza da direcção.
Respiro. Os meus pulmões já não gritam por oxigénio, a minha traqueia já não sente o ar irritante que atravessa, o meu corpo move-se lentamente, como se estivesse a descobrir. Sinto a calma que invadiu o meu peito, os soluços que cessaram, a minha expressão vaga de derrota vencida.
Olho para cima, quero voltar a ver o céu, quero que o tempo sopre as nuvens de fumo que se formaram para que o sol bata de novo no meu rosto. Quero a brisa fresca, o cheiro doce, quero que o vento quente varra todas as memórias, quero que saias de mim.
I Can't I've run out of ideas. I tell people I want to be an animator, but I can barely draw. I cant find any skills in my possession that I could turn into a career to support myself or a family. I try to entertain, but I have no draw. Others are energetic or funny or quirky, but I have nothing. I feel trapped in a corner, and I can't find my way out. I don't know what to do, or who to turn to. I need help, but I can't seem to tell anyone. I just seem to mess up everything I touch. I feel...worthless.I Can't 21 hours ago in Emotional
How does it feel?Depression is the feeling of being permanently in a gale getting thrown to and fro. Or being trapped under water. Clawing at nothingness to reach the surface, never quite knowing which way is up. Tumbling endlessly, screaming constantly.How does it feel?1 day ago in Emotional
This internal turmoil is a war. A war only you can see, only you can feel and hear. Words cracking like guns around you. The world outside looking like a barren land sparse of life. But also teaming with the hum of existence beyond your bedroom window. All the while you contemplate you should be doing things you have no energy or motivation to do. Even basic tasks begin to strain your attention.
People blur, comforting words and support almost feels like an exhibit in a museum. You see it, you know it's there. But you can't touch it, you can feel the true warmth of sincere words. Questioning the tamest of motives and feel like your intruding and unwanted all of the time.
It is not seen but it exists. A silent battle. A battle only you can win. But no o
DepressionDepression is quiet, anyone can fall victim to it, and people usually hide it using a smile as a mask and an 'I'm fine' as persona. It is because hiding it is so easy that oftentimes only you will know of it, and the cheerier you are the less they suspect, but it is sometimes the ones with the cheerier outlook with the deepest depression. But everyone has a breaking point and you can't hide it forever, so eventually someone will find out. But don't be ashamed because there are people around you that understand and who love and care about you. It is by talking to those people that you can gain the courage and confidence to overcome this.Depression1 day ago in Emotional
Most importantly remember that you are loved, you are appreciated, and most importantly you are not alone. It is a great big world out there and sometimes it is hard not to get lost or detached, so keep in mind that the ones who care for you are and will always be for you.
You are not alone in your struggle, and there are millions of other people, each
Second FamilyI watch as the only Heaven I've ever know turns to Hell and burns to the ground. All it took was a few words. Him threatening to leave. Her telling him that he wasn't part of her anymore. And now I'm broken. My one safety net let me fall. My one certainty has left me. And the ground beneath me breaks and let's me fall.Second Family2 days ago in Emotional
What ifWhat ifWhat if2 days ago in Emotional
Even with my desperate struggle to keep the ones
I think who started to get lost
They are not lost. Not unhappy
They are at peace with what seems to me
A black hole or an ended corridor
I desperately try to fix something that is not broken
That never was
They have a different reality than me.
Maybe I am the one that is falling down the hole.
Maybe I do not want to realise I am the one that needs fixing
Or can’t be fixed
And instead I search for things that seems to need fixing.
But they don’t
And while I am falling down that deep dark hole
I simultaneously destroy the only things that would keep me…
I do believe they would keep me alive.
All good aroundAll good around from here until where you areAll good around2 days ago in Emotional
Can’t really explain the way I feel right now
I won’t say that I am sad or depressed
I am not unhappy or upset.
I am sure not bored with my life.
I live around few amazing people that are dear to me
with them around, it is impossible not to have a good time
they raise my mood when i do not feel high
they make me smile and get me out of my annoying thoughts just in the blink of an eye
They are truly a gifts for me. That is how I see them.
And like any gift, when you get them for the first time they look all neat and superb.
The way you saw your gift back then is the way you would like to keep it all the way through your life.
For you, I am here when you need
A shoulder to tap or to lay your head on
An ear to share and confess your pain and happiness
Arms to embrace and play game with you
Arms to rest and fight for you
Just me here for you, despite time and space, whenever you need to
Please Believe Me….. This world is corrupt….. Why am I here…. Does anyone care about me…? Please…. believe me….Please Believe Me3 days ago in Emotional
I’m new…. I just transferred to this school from my hometown… or what’s left of it… a big storm destroyed it and now I’m here…. Do you like me…? Will you like me…? I hope you do…. Wait… what are you doing…? D-Don’t!! I… MOM!!! ….dad….. ……. I wanna go home….. Where’s my mama…. Why won’t people believe me….. Why won’t mom believe me….? ….. I’m telling the truth…. I’m not like my dad….. Please believe me….
I am no longer innocent…. I have been tainted…. I am being dragged into places I don’t know…. Every place I go to…. People hate me….. I have resorted to the electronic world…. Do you like me…? … Y-You do?! REALLY?! Oh, tha