Okay, so I will now write about religion. The religion I am most familiar with (and the one everyone shoves down my throat) is Christianity. I am NOT against Christianity, actually. I am completely okay with talking and being friends with people who are Christians. However, it seems that once you tell them you are an atheist, some of them think you are a horrible Satan-worshipper and they try to 'fix' you. I realize that not all Christians are like that. I have some Christian friends that are fine with people not believing in a deity. These are things that Christians have said (the ones that push religion down your throat). I am writing this from an atheist's point of view.
1.) You don't believe in God? You're going to Hell.
First off, telling someone who is an atheist that they are going to Hell is rea
The fourteenth of February.
A celebration of love turned sour
The roses wilting on the path
Around your numb bare feet
As you sit, trembling, disbelieving
Clutching at your heart.
How did it end like this?
Disagreement, anger and tears
And an indigo bruise upon your arm
Mind flicking through the memories
That he just stole away.
Your paper dreams in tatters
Torn butterflies on the breeze
Sodden with the sky's cold tears
Beating out their harsh melody
Upon your fragile roof.
You groaned, this was the usual argument between the two brothers. "Ice please, you know he'll never stop until you do it."
Iceland shook his head, "Stop it, you're annoying our guest."
"__________ doesn't mind it, do you ____________?"
Not knowing how to respond without being rude, you opened your mouth then shut it and groaned letting your forehead hit the table.
"She does," said Iceland bluntly.
Norway frowned and poked you gently. You looked up revealing the red mark on your forehead from hitting the table. "Do you ____________?"
You sighed searching for the most diplomatic answer, "I don't like it when you guys argue. It's just not worth it."
"Don't you think that Iceland should call me onii-chan?"
You groaned and let your face fall to the table again. After about a half hour of arguing with Iceland, things got quiet. You could hear faint whispers then Iceland left you and Norwa
You want what?
Keira crossed her arms and stuck her lip out defiantly.
I want to see your dark side. she repeated, her voice and gaze even as she stared at Jak, who stood in the doorway of his room, struck speechless.
The hero blinked and shook his head, as if testing if he was awake, before focusing on her face again. After another moment of staring, Jak turned away, busying his hands with shucking his racing jacket.
Keira, its Its not a good idea. he said over his shoulder, avoiding her eyes. You got no idea what its like.
Thats why I have to see it!
Her sudden vehemence caused his head to snap up and his eyes to lock on hers.
Jak, thats exactly it, I dont understand. she explained in a softer tone as she stepped towards him, suddenly feeling like she was trying to gentle some skittish beast that might bolt at any wrong movement.
1. CAP THAT If there's one sure-fire way to make a point stronger, it's typing in ALL CAPS. Considering that there are many instances when sound can't travel over the net, one must find the next best available way to be heard. This "next best" way is through "shouting," which just happens to be done online through typing in CAPS. Just like screaming, shouting, and general tantrum-throwing in real life, this method is a highly efficient method of making sure that your point gets across and makes you seem ten thousand times more valid and understandable. Additionally, it makes your argument come on more forcefully and shows the opposition you mean "serious fucking shit" with your side of things.
After all, loud noises work with dogs and small
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
The way you talk
I wonder what hes doing again. Hes sitting at his desk, eyes glued to some papers in front of him.
Kuzu?, I ask quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.
Id love to glomp him from behind, but I know how much he hates being touched when hes working. So I sit down onto the bed and stare at his back instead.
He seems to be so busy he hasnt even heard his name.
Kuuuzu, I start another try, louder this time.
He lifts his head and stares out of the window, obviously thinking about something.
Damn, I cant stand him being like this. He heard me, I know he did.
Kuuuzuuu, I drawl again.
He sighs and bends his head down again, scribbling something on his papers. Now Id love to throw something at him, but I cant find anything.
Kakuuuzuuu, I address him by his full name now, and to my su
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
"Mmm-hmm?" he nuzzled into her shoulder.
"I have something I want to ask you."
He sat up straight, disconnecting from her physically so that he could look at her, but keeping his fingers tight around her own. "Yeah?"
"We've been together for a long time. Through thick and thin, we've had our struggles, but somehow they only made us stronger."
He squeezed her hand and smiled. "Yeah?"
"You mean more to me than anyone in the world. You're my zing, my soulmate, and I want to spend every day together for as long as we possibly can."
She slid off of the log they were sitting on and into the sand, bending down on one knee, never letting go of his hand. "Jonathan, will you ma
Gabriel angled his head down, glaring up at Sam but otherwise keeping his cool. The look displayed a kind of predatory power that reminded Sam just who Gabriel was, but the hunter didn't dare let his own hard expression waver. "You could have died," the archangel insisted, sounding calm despite the fear and anger roiling in his stomach.
"You could have brought me back." Sam sounded softer, just slightly, because now he realized Gabriel was only worried.
"I'm cut off from the healing mojo since the last time I brought you back. Apparently heaven is sick of me saving the Winchesters' asses."
Sam was still standing with his hands balled into fists, he had yet to actually calm down. "I can still take care of myself-"
"No you can't, Sam!" Gabriel snapped, suddenly angrier. "You're reckless! I'm not even sure if
"This isn't normal." He responded, cryptic as usual as he examined the phone with careful concentration. Before the doctor could inquire what wasn't normal the detective had already started speaking. "This box is made in the 1960s style which makes it at least, what? 42 years? However the paint is at most two years. Of course that could simply mean it is kept in good order but then there's the phone."
"Yes the phone, it isn't working- no... it's never worked. If it had simply been disconnected then there would be no abnormality... but the wires aren't in the right order so it wasn't created to work. There is also the rain, according to reports it only stopped raining roughly an hour ago
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignorance or an offensive response is merely a cover over their desperate need to hide and deny their weaknesses.
It's easy to deny, to be seen strong. But they can't fight their inner desperation of such greed.
It takes a lot to accept. It takes true strength to admit mistakes, admit defeat, to overcome their inner desire to be superior.
It's okay to have weaknesses