the woman youâre becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. choose her over everything.
almost home
ojovivo
Peter Solarz

JVL
Sade Olutola
đȘŒ
NASA
KIROKAZE
RMH
art blog(derogatory)
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
One Nice Bug Per Day
h
$LAYYYTER

Product Placement

titsay

oozey mess

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Poland

seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from South Africa
seen from New Zealand
seen from Israel

seen from France

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Italy
@jordanasydney
the woman youâre becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. choose her over everything.
Why are you fighting so hard to keep control of your life? You were never in control in the first place. Let go and relax. God has never messed up or lost control and He wonât start now.
The importance of knowing and storing Scripture in your heart is that specific verses may pop up in your mind during specific times, and thatâs usually the Holy Spirit speaking to you.
âI have swept away your sins like a cloud. I have scattered your offenses like the morning mist. Oh, return to Me, for I have paid the price to set you free.â
â
Isaiah 44:22 (via faithful-forever)
There is nothing holding you back from turning to God. There is nothing keeping you from His presence â unless you donât make the first step to return to Him.
I find peace on Tumblr
Facebook is full of fake people living their fake lives.... Iâm just saying
âRespect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you or makes you happy.â
â Robert Tew
More is accomplished by spending time in GODâs presence than by doing anything else
(via faith-avenue)
Anne Lamott
A letter to my âFatherâ
The choices you made affected me as a child and then now as an adult. First let me say everything is not your fault, but it for sure starts with you. Iâm writing this letter because its time that I release all the anger pain and hurt and finally move on with my life.
As Iâm writing this letter, I see myself as an infant, a beautiful baby that was brought into this world by surprise. My mother was 40 when she had me. Let her tell it she was 39. I see a little baby, and in her mind she is thinking what the hell am I doing here? Why do I do i feel like someone does donât want me but everyone around me loves me?
I then see a little girl, maybe around 7 years of age. Sheâs running to the front door after hearing the door bell. She knows its her father. She opens the door and jumps into his arms. Her father was very surprised because she has never done anything like this before. Confused as he was something in him didnât receive that love. It was pure and innocent. She believed her father was some type of hero, but at that point she felt the spirit of rejection.
I then see another girl. This girl is 14 years of age. She hasnât seen her father since puberty started. She sees him at a funeral of a family member. She sees him walk out of the church and follows him. She calls him as she knows him âDaddyâ. He turns around looks, continues to walk. She yellâs âdaddyâ again. He then looks and pauses and says âJordana.... I didn't recognize youâ.
That 14 year old finally gets home and cries her eyes out and tries to figure out why her own father didnât recognize her. Her mind could not comprehend and all questions of why.. weigh heavy on her mind.
Why was he not around? he must of didnât want me.
How can he help raise someone elseâs daughter?
How come he does not want me? how come he does not love me?
What did I do? what did my mother do?
The void was present in her life. The super hero was no longer what she thought, as a little girl. The void continued to set in her heart, along with pain, hurt and rejection.
Subconsciously she goes along with her life looking for something to feel the void. Time after time she looked for the super hero. A total of 37 times.
37 times of mental break downs
37 times of obsessive thoughts
37 times of giving herself spiritually, emotionally, and physically to someone who would in the end reject her.
Iâve looked for my father 37 times but never found him.
But why wasnât I good enough 37 times? I guess I wasn't pretty enough. Maybe I said something wrong. I guess I'm not smart enough. I guess nobody cares about me. So fuck the world. oh yea fuck my mom. fuck school. fuck my life.
Suicide seemed like the answer. 2x i was committed in the psych-ward. I didnât even finish high school on time because i was out looking for you. I treated my mom like shit because of your absence.
AGAIN 37 fucking times. maybe more.
Until about a year ago I didnât believe your choice of being absent from my life affected me. I donât even think about you, and I donât even talk to you. There is no father daughter relationship between us and never really has been. Until someone said to me something âHe still you fatherâ and this is why you have been through the definition of insanity 37 times.
I then had to look at myself and accept that fact that I have daddy issues. The subconscious has finally came to the conscious.
I canât even be with a good man without the insecurities creeping up and running them away. All of this is due to the choices that you made in life, that affected my life. How does that make you feel like? I hope it makes you feel like shit.
Every Stress Cube comes with six dynamic fidget features, Switch, Flow, Swivel, Compress, Soothe and Twist. Each feature is specially designed to settle uneasiness and keep you focused and stress free.
=> GET THEM HERE <=
Ordered mine already and cannot wait
Got mine finally! Itâs so satisfying!! (â§ÏâŠ)
I love mine!! Itâs wonderful for keeping me calm and focused when my anxiety gets bad!
Ordered mine a couple days ago I canât wait to get it!
@gemmacorrell
We shall see how this goes
It definitely been over a year since I have even considered myself to write again. A writer I am. I guess when the cares of this world take effect you forgot about everything that ever made you WHO YOU ARE. A strong faith Christian who left the church for what ever reason I came up with. I can honestly say the ways of a transgression is hard, but I'm on my way finding my way back just by writing this. My disclaimer is everything written will be everything I have experienced on my own. I do in fact have some letters behind my name in a clinical stance, but none of that will matter. Where I'm at in my life, I will cuss in my writings but I'll be sure to put "****" when I do. For the Pharisees and Sadducess I may mix a little Buddhism teaching in my writings but best believe the Bible is and will always be the word of God. I'm not here to say what you can and can not do, but me as a spiritual being, there is something's I cant do. Therefore as I was taught in a therapeutic settings, you use "I" statements... therefore there will be no judgement induced. I don't even know if anybody is going to read all my blogging and blah blah blah. For what ever reason I feel I need to post. So let's see how this goes.
Recovery is scary. Its the scariest fucking thing in this entire world. Getting help, regardless if its inpatient, residential, outpatient, etc. goes against everything the disorder wants you to do. Your disorder wants you to stay sick. And for what? What will staying sick accomplish? Potentially dangerously low weight, destructive thoughts, damaged organs, anxiety, depression, fatigue, extreme hunger, misery, irritability, lost relationships, and countless other things. Are any of those things good? No, theyâre not. And those are the things your disorder wants for you. Defy your disorder. Give your disorder a huge fuck you it deserves and take back the control it took from you. You deserve help. And yes, its fucking terrifying. The unknown is scary, but its going to be so fucking worth it when one day youâre going to be able to look back and realize how fucking strong and brave you were for choosing recovery, despite what your disorder was yelling at you to do.
Do you ever start thinking about something that happened when you were younger and it finally hits you just how fucked up it was and youâre honestly shocked that not one adult did anything about it
Many times.
You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.
C.S. Lewis // The Great Divorce (via kvtes)