His Love Story

Let's talk revival, redemption, relationships, and the road together

[wnq-writers]

This year I learned the true meaning of loss and gain. I lost myself in the process of finding myself, I lost a relationship, I lost friendships, and I lost emotional balance in my life. But all those losses were never really a loss, they were a gain. I gained the ability to recognize self-love, appreciation, better friendships and most importantly; STRENGTH. 2017 for me was the year of strength and how much of it I’m capable of having. Thank you 2017 for making me realize I am stronger than what I allow myself to believe. Thank you for making the hardest year of my life into the biggest lesson I know I needed. 2017; you helped me find myself.

toocrazytofunction,  writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)

[forever-my-sun-and-stars]

The Radioactive Man Who Returned To Fukushima To Feed The Animals That Everyone Else Left Behind

Naoto Matsumura is the only human brave enough to live in Fukushima’s 12.5-mile exclusion zone

He fled at first but returned to take care of the animals that were left behind

He returned for his own animals at first, but realized that so many more needed his help, too

Matsumura, who is 55 years old, knows that the radiation is harmful, but he “refuses to worry about it”

“They also told me that I wouldn’t get sick for 30 or 40 years. I’ll most likely be dead by then anyway, so I couldn’t care less”

Matsumura discovered that thousands of cows had died locked in barns

He also freed many animals that had been left chained up by their owners

Many of them now rely on him for food

The government has forbidden him from staying, but that doesn’t stop him either

He started in 2011 and is still going strong 4 years later

He relies solely on donations from supporters to work with and feed the animals

His supporters are calling him the ‘guardian of Fukushima’s animals’

The man clearly has a sense of humor as well

[revolutionary-afrolatino-deacti]

source

[friendlycloud-blog]

This hero deserves way more notes.

[psychedelicsex]

There should be a way to donate to this guy

[psychedelicsex]

Actually I spent some time and I found a link to donate to him. Click here to be sent to a website where you can donate to his efforts

[sew-birb]

This guy is amazing, and reminds me of the spirits of Miyazaki’s films…it’s like he’s the guardian spirit of Fukushima’s abandoned animals

[womentoadmire]

ABUSIVE MEN COME in every personality type, arise from good childhoods and bad ones, are macho men or gentle, “liberated” men. No psychological test can distinguish an abusive man from a respectful one. Abusiveness is not a product of a man’s emotional injuries or of deficits in his skills. In reality, abuse springs from a man’s early cultural training, his key male role models, and his peer influences. In other words, abuse is a problem of values, not of psychology.

Lundy Bancroft, Why does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men (via 866269)

[hislovesaves]

Time doesn't heal. Love, with time, heals.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Love when you’re ready not when you’re lonely.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[jspark3000]

Be careful with another person’s heart. They’re going to need it for a while.

J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

[onlytwitterpics]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

People grow when they are loved well. If you want to help others heal, love them without an agenda.

Mike McHargue (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[wnq-writers]

Most people are not damaged permanently. All they need is to be treated lovingly.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

[hislovesaves]

My intuition about people is always right

I always know a bad boy when I see one

I always know a lying friend when I see one

I always know a neglecting parent when I see one

People ask me why I talk to these people, why I give these people the time of day, if I already know that I have nothing to gain from being around these people.

Because people aren’t something to be “gained” from.

I also know that the bad boy has good in him, like Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender

I also know that the lying friend just wants someone to see the truth of his or her actions, which is to have faithful friends who accept him or her for who they truly are. 

When people feel like they are given a fighting chance, they are faced with the reality of choosing to become better. 

So I give everyone a chance.

And another one.

And another one.

Of course, I have my limits. I have learned when to let go and let people learn on their own. But the least I can do is to give them a chance. 

Because at the end of it all, at least someone believed in them.

[journeyofabear]

Having waited at the restaurant for the past 2 and a half years, I think the saddest thing I’ve experienced is seeing people with broken relationships dine together. Clear disconnects, no conversation, on their phones the whole time, even huge arguments erupt during a meal. It’s become really easy to see, the way they talk at each other, the way they order, etc. Currently waiting a table as I type this. A mother, father, and their son. Father is paying no attention to any of them, absorbed in his phone, mother had to near yell at him to give me his order. Son is being rowdy, not listening. It’s his birthday. You can see the exasperation in the mother’s face and tone. I’m sure she just wanted a nice birthday dinner with the family, and instead got this. Trying my best to lighten the mood and make her laugh but that’s really all I can do at the end of the day. Sigh. This is one of my favorite things about waiting though. I think mealtimes are sacred, whether you’re sharing it with a significant other, a friend, family. It’s a time to come together, get away from the world, and share one of the greatest things this world has to offer: food. And I get to experience and see different people from all walks of life share a meal with each other. Better yet, I get to serve them their food. But it’s still sad. You can see glimpses into their lives. The baggage, the problems. The nastiness of their attitudes. Husbands ordering for their wives, not even giving them a chance to speak, and the wives looking visibly incensed. Boyfriends telling girlfriends to not order too much cause they’ll get fat. Even mothers and girlfriends trying to make small talk and conversation with me because their significant others are in some kinda mood or not even there with them at all. Now that I’m typing this out, it really has been men being jerks most of the time LMAO. Smfh. But yeah. I gotta get back to my table now. Happy birthday kiddo~ his name is Vincent :} he just turned 14.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

If I have learned anything over this last year it’s that you have to live your own life too so that if something we hoped for doesn’t work out, you still have two legs to stand on, you still have your own path.

T.S. Krupa (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Don’t let someone who gave up on their dreams talk you out of yours.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

That’s when I realized what a true friend was. Someone who would always love you - the imperfect you, the confused you, the wrong you - because that is what people are supposed to do.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[humansofnewyork]

“I always wanted to be a mental health therapist.  Ever since high school, I’ve enjoyed encouraging people and giving them hope.  But I lost my way.  I got caught in a world of addiction.  I lost ten years of my life to drugs.  I stopped when I became pregnant with my child, but by that time it was too late to go back to school.  I started working as an office manager.  I never completely lost my dream.  But I just put it on a shelf for thirty years.  Then five years ago I to…ok it off the shelf.  I heard a lady in my choir talking about how she enrolled in community college.  I drove there the very next day.  I was so nervous when I filled out the application.  I was so nervous the first day of class.  All the old voices were telling me: ‘You never finish anything.’  But I said ‘fuck you’ to the old voices.  And I started getting A’s.  On my first test, I got the only perfect score in the class.  I graduated at the age of 50.  I got my Masters at 55.  And just last night I completed a mental health first aid course.  I’m so close now.  There’s still fear there.  I used to be afraid of it never happening.  Now I’m afraid of it happening.  The old voices try to come back sometimes.  They tell me: ‘You can rest,’ or ‘You’ve earned a break.’  But I’m not stopping this time.  Somebody out there is waiting for me to finish because they need my help.“

[hislovesaves]

Needed this