Samra Zafar was bullied, beaten and abandoned in Canada with two young kids but ā like her expression reveals ā she was never, ever defeated.
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Samra Zafar was bullied, beaten and abandoned in Canada with two young kids but ā like her expression reveals ā she was never, ever defeated.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Markus Zusak, The Book ThiefĀ (via theanglicist)
Oh Iām so mad, Iām getting old. It makes me reckless.
Adele, When We Were Young
I think the anxiety and weird dreams and obsessive search for a house are signs that Iām not dealing with turning 25 very well
SO ANIMALS. SUCH CUTE. MUCH DANCE.Ā
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Good reminder to change my attitude sometimes
lifeās little joys #7
HearingĀ āI appreciate youā afterĀ āI love youā
Checking another item off the nursing bucket list
finding drug paraphenalia while undressing patientĀ
Lesson learned: my boobs will never create the cleavage necessary to hold a crack pipe. Not sure if thatās a win or not...
T+11 days
Tonight, part of our mission team met to do a team sharing at Beulah. It was wonderful to see familiar faces again and greet everyone like old friends. Hearing people speak about different parts of the trip helped to put everything into perspective - acknowledging the challenges, celebrating the successes, and appreciating Godās providence through it all. I made little notes during the trip of moments that I didnāt want to forget, and Iāve been trying to process everything Iāve learned since I got back. Iām glad someone at church cautioned me about transitioning back to ānormal lifeā. Itās funny how quickly my memories of the Philippines have taken on that fuzzy, dream-like quality that you have of those defining moments in your life.Ā
Things I now appreciate at home:
drinkable tap water, toothbrushes, toilet paper, A/C, and the overall excessiveness of North American lifestyle
Things I loved about Kalinga:
The coffee! Riding on top of the Jeepneys on the way home every day was such a thrillā¦seriously, driving in a car at home now seems so restrictive. And safe. Poo on safety ;)
Also, the comment that struck me the most was what a (Canadian) midwife said about how her husband felt when he came to visit Canada. He always felt lonely and isolated, because no one is ever outside and people within a community donāt seem to spend time together. It is the opposite in the villages of the But-But tribe that we visited - everyone is outside and together and it really takes a village to raise the children.Ā
Things I learned about God:
His omniscience and His control. People have such a narrow-minded focus, but God truly sees all. Almost every day, our team faced challenges. The transformer overheated. The dental unit wasnāt working. We ran out of certain medications. We didnāt know if weād make it home as scheduled. Yet, looking back, I can see God up in heaven having a good chuckle at all our little worries and thinking, āwait til they see what I have planned.āĀ
Things I learned about myself:
That I love missions. I have said to a few people now that Iām glad to have the comforts of home, to see my family/friends, and to be familiar with my surroundings, but I could go back in a heartbeat if it werenāt for the commitments I have here. Now the challenge becomes putting that desire to serve to good use at home.
One always worry with short-term missions that a team ends up doing more harm than good. But I left knowing that God was there long before us, and that the local missionaries and villages will be there continuing His work when weāve become a distant memory. When I read these verses now, I will always be reminded of the Philippines.
A manās heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps [Proverbs 16:9]
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light [Matthew 11:28-30]
On the flip side,
I can already feel the reverse culture shock creeping in. The realisation that I've removed myself from "normal" life for a short while, but that life has continued as usual for everyone else. I think the challenge will be meshing all the experiences and personal changes into daily life. I don't want to forget everything I've experienced, nor dwell excessively on the past three weeks
Take me home
19 hours into our 2-day journey home.. At this point, I'm sick, tired, and I just want to get home and get healthy. With all that's happened in the world these past few days, I am thankful I got to talk briefly with some of the people I love most today. Just in case. Flushing toilets, cold weather and fresh fruits and veggies - I can't wait!!
And so it begins!
How you know you're traveling with medical professionals: a bottle of Aspirin is passed around before your long-haul flight. So thankful for all the hugs and well-wishes and messages this past week... It's helped to ease the anxiety quite a bit :)
Hello. When I was 7, I wanted to be 8. When I was 8, I wanted to be 12. When I turned 12 I just wanted to be 18. Then after that I stopped wanting to be older. Now Iām ticking 16-24 boxes just to see if I can blag it! I feel like Iāve spent my whole life so far wishing it away. Always wishing I was older, wishing I was somewhere else, wishing I could remember and wishing I could forget too. Wishing I hadnāt ruined so many good things because I was scared or bored. Wishing I wasnāt so matter of fact all the time. Wishing Iād gotten to know my great grandmother more, and wishing I didnāt know myself so well, because it means I always know whatās going to happen in the end. Wishing I hadnāt cut my hair off, wishing I was 5ā7ā. Wishing Iād waited and wishing Iād hurried up as well.
My last record was a break-up record and if I had to label this one I would call it a make-up record. Iām making up with myself. Making up for lost time. Making up for everything I ever did and never did. But I havenāt got time to hold on to the crumbs of my past like I used to. Whatās done is done. Turning 25 was a turning point for me, slap bang in the middle of my twenties. Teetering on the edge of being an old adolescent and a fully-fledged adult, I made the decision to go into becoming who Iām going to be forever without a removal van full of my old junk. I miss everything about my past, the good and the bad, but only because it wonāt come back. When I was in it I wanted out! So typical. Iām on about being a teenager: sitting around and chatting shit, not caring about the future because it didnāt matter then like it does now. The ability to be flippant about everything and there be no consequences. Even following and breaking rules⦠is better than making the rules.
25 is about getting to know who Iāve become without realising. And Iām sorry it took so long, but you know, life happened. Love, Adele
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Not sure all wealthy people feel this way, but I've always hoped that this is how I'd think if I were ever fortunate enough to join the 1% (or something along those lines)