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[the2headedcalf-moved]

i think a lot about how it is such a common experience to withstand our deepest pains and sorrows on our own and never even shed a tear, then, the moment someone offers us comfort, we break down completely

[the2headedcalf-moved]

sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined

by ocean vuong

it surprises me, how a gesture so small can feel so very big. how sometimes you don't realize the nervousness or sadness you were holding deep inside until the touch of someone you love lets it all out of you, like your entire body is exhaling

by lucy keating

[wolfsskull]

[change-starts-with-me]

I was pushing my tears down yesterday at work until someone asked me if I was okay, that was too much for me and I couldn’t hold them back anymore.

[change-starts-with-me]

Backpacker

I have been backpacking for almost a deade 3 years now. I love going to new places, meeting new people and learning about new cultures. Yay!

Over the course of those years, however, I started to HATE being labelled a backpacker. Nowadays, a typical backpacker is someone who endulges in alcohol, drugs, and promiscuity. It’s like going to Vegas - whatever happens while backpacking, stays in the country where you backpacked!

Last week I went to confession and shared my struggles about the backpacking community and about not meeting any Christian backpackers with the priest. He paused for a second and then said: Let’s not forget that Jesus was a backpacker, too, he never stayed anywhere for too long.

My facial expression was like :O

He then continued: Ask the Lord to be a backpacker with you.

Next time someone asks me if I’m a backpacker I’ll be like Yes, I’m a backpacker... LIKE JESUS WAS

[godblesskurt]

Emmanuel Lullaby, a song based on Isaiah 43 for my nieces and nephew

[change-starts-with-me]

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve heard this week (possibly even longer). Thank you @ellakas​ 

I’ve been coming to Isaiah 43 practically EVERY DAY since I rewatched the first episode of Chosen, it helps me SO MUCH. I feel so so soooo lonely, stuck in a place with no Christians around, trying alone to live out my faith, trying not to judge others, trying to praise the Lord and His goodness even among all the unkind comments and unfavorable circumstances, trying to hear His voice over the noise of the media, trying, trying...

I basically stopped talking about Christ and faith because I don’t have the energy to defend it. I just can’t. I can’t handle the evil around me anymore, I don’t want to see it and I don’t have the strength to fight it. My cup is empty.

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Random language/history fun fact:

In classical Greek thought, music was any art inspired by a muse or that in which muses resided in.

Amusement, therefore, is that without a muse (prefix a- means "without" or "no", just like atheism = without/no God).

What, then, if music amuses us?