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graysondolan Safe and sound by capitol cities the best summer song.
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(6 july 2020)
ethandolan When going vegan I think the hardest part was my ego giving up “the right to eat whatever I wanted.” As I sat on that thought I realized doing that is simply taking away animal’s rights to live free lives. I personally could never kill an animal so I wasn’t going to let other people do it for me and then just buy them at the store or a restaurant. The transition from eating whatever I wanted to being strictly vegan was actually seamless and one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I had fun finding my new favorite meals and vegan alternatives of my old favs. It feels good knowing about everything I’m putting in my body and exactly how it’s going to make me feel. It also feels good knowing that I’m giving back to the planet that has given me so much. 8 months down forever to go 💪🏻
Aight imma drop this vegan pancake recipe you’ll 100% love them trust me
1 cup old fashioned oats
1 banana
1/2 cup non dairy milk
Blend
Cook like pancakes
Berries + syrup
Eat
Cry :,)
can you eat pussy like that?
Soldier Vanessa Guillen Disappeared From Fort Hood Army Base in April. Here’s What You Need To Know About the Case
Vanessa Guillen, a 20-year-old U.S. soldier, last seen on April 22 in a parking lot on the Fort Hood Army Base in central Texas.
Her car keys, barracks room key, identification card and wallet were later found in the armory room where she had been working earlier in the day. Her phone has yes to be found
Three weeks before her disappearance, Vanessa Guillen told her mother that she was being sexually harassed and followed by an Army sergeant, but was afraid to report him, according to the Guillen family who made a website to coordinate their search. Guillen did not disclose the name of the alleged perpetrator to her mother.
Remains were found a few feet from a pile of a burn mound that was searched June 20. Concrete had been poured over the remains, and subsequent rainstorms allowed the grave to settle into natural-looking terrain.
Identity of the remains have not been confirmed.
2 suspects were in custody one of the suspects died by suicide Wednesday morning when confronted by investigators in Killeen.
Texas Rangers have arrested the estranged wife of a former Fort Hood soldier in connection with the disappearance
3 other remains were found at that army base including Gregory Morales, Brandon Rosecrans & Zach Partin
Krysta Martinez, a former Fort Hood soldier who started the “Where is Vanessa” hashtag and who also filed complaints of sexual harassment at the base died in a Car Accident
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@ethandolan: It was either I committed, or continued to let my insecurities breed more bad habits. Not going to lie, for a while I felt I was slipping. Turning into someone I had never known. No matter where we are in life, we know who we are deep down. Your spirit knows the REAL you. Your actions sometimes don’t reflect who you are. At times I felt as if my mind was at war with my spirit. Deep down I knew what I SHOULD have been doing to fulfill my soul, but my brain found an easier way out that forced me to make out of character decisions. These decisions were about the way I was treating no one but myself. It’s so easy to want to feed the part of your brain that thrives off of feeling like shit, when you’re already feeling like shit. That’s what I was doing. I wasn’t moving, I wasn’t working, I was eating terribly. I was treating the vehicle for my soul with complete disrespect. Since I had a problem with the way my acne made my face look, I for some reason wanted to look worse.. I’m an impatient person and not having an immediate solution for my acne made me angry and spiteful. I needed to flip my perspective. It took me a WHILE, but I realized there were still ways I could improve my SELF-image, without curing my acne. I decided I wanted to get into the best physical shape I have ever been in. I’d have good streaks then fail, over and over again. It’s easy to quit when not seeing immediate results. I had to respect and realize that every single GREAT thing I have in my life didn’t come about overnight. It alllllllll came with time. I accepted the fact that this journey might not be the most fun, and that I would have to wait a while. Once I did that, I committed. It began to be more fun than I thought and results came way faster than I thought they would. As my physical health improved, my mental state improved exponentially. I had SOMETHING to feel great about. I did it for no one but myself. It was my promise to myself, to ensure that I could feel like progress was being made in my life. No matter what obstacle got in the way of my day, I could still put my head on my pillow and know I was a better version of the person I was just that morning.
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ethandolan Why forfeit my confidence and quality of life just to fit the cliche reputation of a “man?” What I’ve learned is that it’s definitely “manlier” to just do whatever makes me feel like the most confident version of myself. It’s actually very simple now that I’ve written it...
ethandolan I had severe acne, now my face is filled with scars and I can’t seem to be upset about it anymore... At first, my acne completely destroyed my self confidence. I’ve always been an advocate of embracing your appearance no matter what. I found myself giving advice to friends when they struggled with their self image. I was always so happy to hear that my words helped. If these were my own words, and they had proven to help others... why couldn’t they help me? I couldn’t seem to take my own advice. It’s so crazy how I honestly don’t care what people think, but I care so much at the same time. It makes about just as much sense to me, as that last sentence probably made to you. I slowed me entire life down because of marks on my face. Didn’t wanna be on camera, didn’t wanna go in public, didn’t want people to see me. I got to a point where I’d see friends that I hadn’t seen in a while and apologize about the way my face looked. In hindsight that’s the most ridiculous thing ever. What was going on with my skin was natural and unavoidable, but I couldn’t accept it. I’m used to going through everything in my life with having someone to relate to who goes through everything I do; my twin. This time, I didn’t have that. Gray‘s skin decided to just glow while mine did the opposite. This was the first time I was going through something ALONE... at least I thought. It wasn’t until I stopped hiding and finally expressed my vulnerable side to everyone who keeps up with me on social media, that I finally felt some sort of relief. Brave people who were going through what I was came to share their stories and comfort me. I’ll forever be thankful for you all, you truly got me out of such a shitty place in my mind. As I felt less alone, I felt more confident. Instead of my insecurities feeding off one another, my confidence ignited more confidence. It truly is the little things that initiate the climb out of a low place. I can’t say that I’m FULLY confident 100% of the time with the way my skin looks, but I can definitely say that my self image and mental state has improved immensely and reached a level I never thought it could be at again.
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jordenkeith the power that comes from fully embodying ones truth is always unmatched. when i create a story of an any individual, i always seek to give my subject the voice. i am driven & inspired by the energy & emotions that come from the spirit of each human. as an artist, the way i capture my art is flowing w/ the energy and emotion of my subjects that make me feel something. ethan asked me to photograph him for the first time in a very real, vulnerable, and raw space with no photoshop, no editing. the inspiration behind his story was deeply felt for me, as i myself am one that has personally experienced my own heavy journey of acne. loving ones self fully behind it all is healing within itself. there is beauty in every single thing about each and every one of us. the spirit you hold within yourself speaks louder than the image you give off and that is what we need to nurture. if you are someone out there that doesn’t feel beautiful or worthy because of your appearance, body or anything else, release it from you now, because you are complete, you are whole and you are fucking everything. embrace your flaws and own each and every single one of them. you hold a power that no one else in the world has and that power is who you are at your core. you are the only one made the way you are, you are the only one that looks the way you do, and you are the only one that gives off the energy & essence you do. embrace every piece of you and allow your light to shine through the parts of you that you may try to hide. you are perfect just the way you are. never forget that.
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Romans 6:12–14Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, to make you obey its passions. Do not present your members to sin as instruments for unrighteousness, but present yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life, and your members to God as instruments for righteousness. For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace.
There was just something about Grayson’s mouth that made Ethan want to do bad, bad things to his younger brother.
Ethan didn’t want to call it an oral fixation, but that’s exactly what it was.
Grayson’s lips were soft looking, plump, red, shiny with that rose-tinted strawberry lip balm he’d gotten for him as a joke so many months ago. It was driving Ethan crazy.
Him and his brother were complicated. They weren’t exclusive, for many, many, obvious reasons. They hadn’t ever talked about it, in all honesty. Sometimes they kissed. Sometimes they blew each other. Sometimes Ethan felt Grayson crawl into his bed at night and was only greeted by a hand in his boxers, making him come fast and sloppy, and Ethan would return the favor. It didn’t seem like anything needed to be said.
Ethan wanted to say something though. He wanted to tell Grayson to stop eating his food the way he did, to stop mindlessly licking and biting his bottom lip, to stop making it hard for Ethan to exist without being fully hard most of the time.
Ethan was sat at the counter, trying not to watch Grayson while he concentrated on cutting some vegetables, intent on getting them all cut perfectly. The concentration on his face was intense, exemplified in the way Grayson’s teeth chewed his bottom lip raw.
At some point, Ethan couldn’t possibly take anymore. It was unbearable and his pants were so tight, it would be criminal if Grayson just stood there and did nothing.
“Stop it,” Ethan finally said, sounding a little more annoyed than he’d wanted to, but thinking that might’ve been better in the long run, anyway.
Grayson stopped his cutting and looked up at Ethan with wide eyes, confused and oblivious to what his brother was referring to.
“... Stop what?” Grayson asked with furrowed brows as he wiped his hands on his apron.
“Biting your lip.” Ethan said, as if that was completely reasonable and obvious.
Grayson stood in silence, even more confused than before. “Ethan- What?” He asked again, instinctively reaching up to touch his bottom lip, wondering if he had something on it.
“You’re killing me,” Ethan whined softly. “Do you even know how good you look without even trying? You’re torturing me in my own home, Grayson.” He huffed, sounding genuinely upset.
All Grayson could really do is laugh, obviously. How else was he supposed to react to Ethan verbally struggling with his attraction to him? Grayson wasn’t totally hopeless, though, as he went to join Ethan on the other side of the island and crowding close. Both his hands cupped the sides of Ethan’s face as he leaned down to kiss him hard, not at all hesitating to push his tongue into Ethan’s mouth and kissing him like they hadn’t kissed in years.
Ethan had not been expecting it, but he eagerly responded to Grayson’s kiss with equal fervor, his own hands finding their way to his brother’s waist to pull him closer.
Grayson pulled away only once he was satisfied with how much he’d flustered him, licking his lips and smiling down at Ethan mischievously. “There. That help that eternal boner you have for me?” Grayson giggled, being quite indulgent as he went to wrap his arms around Ethan’s neck loosely, just inches apart again.
Ethan shrugged and smiled wide up at him. “I don’t know. Think we’ll need a more hands on approach to solve that issue.” He laughed, delving back into kissing Grayson again, not at all shy about showing his little brother how much he wanted him.
Oh so we just not even trying to hide the fact that y’all are married nice nice
they’re so in love wow