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Psalm 42: The Bottomless Pit and Why Christians Need To Talk About It

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“As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and see the face of God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long,

“Where is your God?” – Psalm 42: 1-3 

This photo…

Entirely worth the read, I’m not religious, but she does a really good job of talking about suicide and it’s prevention.

Good news bad news best news

sparkafterdark:

The good news:

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 I found my favorite old jacket while sorting through my old stuff

The bad news:imageThe last time I wore it I was nine years old

The best news:

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I am the anime now

This literally made me fucking laugh out loud.. now my roommates probably think I’m cray.

I’d totally tap that. 

btw…

just sayin…

How perfect this is is just heartbreaking. 

a-fictional-vaudeville:

midstorm:

I think Hiccup and Astrid are the best animated couple ever.

I love how their relationship isn’t a major plot point for the films. Astrid isn’t there as a reward for the hero, she is also his best friend (next to Toothless of course). She didn’t stop being a warrior after she became a love interest (and Hiccup wouldn’t want her to, he loves her for it).

They talk about their problems. They fight their enemies together. And they trust each other.

Something that I’m just noticing from these gifs. They actually lean their cheeks into the kisses, opposed to just letting the other do all the work.  That’s something actual couples do when they know each other well enough to know it’s coming.  I love this.

YES I WAS SO GLAD THE ASTRID HICCUP THING WASNT A MAJOR PLOT POINT, I MEAN YEAH WOO, THEY’RE TOGETHER, BUT HELL YEAH, LET’S HAVE A STORY THAT’S NOT BASED AROUND SOME YOUNG LOVE AND HAS MORE TO DO WITH SAVING THE WORLD AND FIGHTING FOR WHAT IT RIGHT! 

ahem…

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awkward-lee:

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Blaine proposing to Disney Princesses plus Gaston

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DAMNIT BLAINE, THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE. 

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The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.

—Unknown (via asdfghjkllove)

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I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.

When I see couples feeding each other…
No really.
I’ve done this so many times.
It doesn’t even matter if I like the food.

When I see couples feeding each other…

No really.

I’ve done this so many times.

It doesn’t even matter if I like the food.

(Source: ForGIFs.com, via bereiken)

Fair warning

Kinda hypocritical at this point, I suppose, having just posted something I drafted ages ago that was along the lines of what I’m about to purge, BUT!

I’m going to start unfollowing blogs that promote or romanticize sadness. That empty sinking unhappy feeling that’s perpetuated by believing it’s beautiful is actually really fucking stupid.

I understand being sad and wanting to make art about it, or the posts here and there about break-ups or people dealing with depression (like yours truly). 

It’s the blogs that devote themselves to living in a hole of typewriter text quotes from some dead rock star or severely unstable author/poet over wistful photos of rail-thin girls wearing clothes that leave little to the imagination that are getting to me.

Maybe I’m in the wrong end of Tumblr.

I get that people who are in the throws of sadness can be wonderful material for all forms of art, but envying someone their sadness to the point of mimicking their symptoms is eons beyond what I would considered mentally deficient . 

If you spend any extended time away from your blog, never, I say NEVER go back and look at your past posts… all that will ensue is embarrassment for past you.

It’s a little piece of my mind

Boxed up and closed off

There’s the line, please don’t cross over

It’s over

This idea of who I am, who I have been

It doesn’t mean I’m not who I want to be

Please remember

I’ll do it my way

I may burn and bruise

but the scars left paint a beautiful picture

of where I came from

I don’t know you very well,

but it’s like you can simply tell

when I’m lying and when I’m dying to explode

slip your hands out of your sleeves and let me see those little white lies

I love the character they give your soul

but I hate the price you paid the toll

and here we sit and wait for dawn

You refuse to take me up

instead we wait and pass the glass

before the burn you feel the cold

and now I’m resting 6 feet down

awake wearing the martyr’s crown