Are Christians Better?If you believe in a religion, you are almost required to assume that your view of morality will be superior to someone else's. The euphoric feeling that God is behind you, pulling your strings to prevent you from acting badly is very addictive, but unfortunately also very destructive. At some point, any adult Christian must question how much God improves us as people and how much we are left to improve ourselves. What is the role of our own will vs. the transforming power of God? Why do Christians still act badly? If God doesn't make us better people, what is the good of Christianity at all, apart from getting us into heaven? Everyone chooses their own answer, but here is mine.Are Christians Better?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I used to believe that following God (honestly and truly) would result in a transformation of the mind and soul that makes people desire to be more compassionate and Christlike towards others. The Spirit would be a gentle guide, never forcing us of course, but still just
EVERY HETALIA FAN... RUN LIKE HELL.EVERY HETALIA FAN... RUN LIKE HELL.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Slenderman: The Untold Story Ch. 5Slenderman: The Untold Story Ch. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Slenderman and/or any of the characters that will be shown here. And neither it does related to the upcoming game itself.
Warning: May Contain Bloodbath, Flying Organs, and Skewered Bodies. Make sure you vomit everything before reading this.
Chapter Five: Slenderman
I went through several psychologists and tests. Some say that I have autism; others told me that I have a down syndrome, and many other things I don't understand. My parents have to confine me in the house for safe keeping. They give me several pills that make my head hurt. I never even touch my food, nor take the pills. I never forget Mr. Slenderman, not even for a while.
I was sad. Miserable. Helpless. Alone. Depressed.
Sometimes, I throw tantrums just to go outside. Finally, I was given permission to go but under the eye of a guardian. My father volunteered as my guardian and knowing him, it's hard to escape from his eye. But Alas! I have found my way to escape from hi
You BetA short little 'coming out' story. BirdFlashYou Bet3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hmmm?" the older boy hummed, lazily running his fingers through the shaggy black hair fanned out on his chest.
"Do you love me?" Wally snapped his head up, staring down into the innocent blue eyes of his boyfriend.
"'Course I do, Dick. You know that." Dick smiled softly and snuggled further into Wally's chest, apparently ending the conversation there. Wally wasn't having it. "What's wrong babe?"
"Nuthin's wrong," Dick murmured. Wally brushed aside a strand of Dick's hair and tilted his face up to look in his eyes.
"I thought we didn't lie to each other." Dick cast his eyes aside and a faint blush spread across his cheeks.
"I won't laugh, scout's honor." Wally held up three fingers in the scout salute, and Dick couldn't help but smile through his embarrassment. He sighed and laid his head back on Wally's chest.
"Well, I just sometimes feel like maybe...maybe we shouldn't hide anymore. You love me, and I love you,
Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer