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naimsreid

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus / TTPD (2024)

the 1 / folklore (2020)

inaudiblescreamsandinsanedreams

“You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died at the alter waiting for the proof.”

gives the same vibes as

“Why’d you have to make me love you? I said, ‘I love you.’ You said nothing back.”

holygraund

please don't be in love with someone else please don't have somebody waiting on you 💜

wavesoutbeingtossed

“I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever” is one of those lyrics that’s cute in the context of the song about a new love but painful in the context of “pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away” and “every breath feels like rarest air when you’re not sure if he wants to be there” and “you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof” and “I wouldn’t marry me either” 😵‍💫

ormundshightower

BRIDGERTON — 1x04 | 2x05 | 3x03

taylornation

If entry into THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is what you seek, step out of the Midnights room and enjoy a peek.🚪

Add another board meeting to your TTPD Timetable on Friday at 8pm ET for a music video premiere!

karaelizabeth17

First listen completed and I’m already obsessed

not-hard-to-love

lilpieceofmyworld

imustbegracey

“There are days or weeks or even months when I read the Bible and there are no grand epiphanies. There are whole seasons of Sundays when I sing praise and feel nothing. There are times of prayer where the silence kills me. There are great Christian books and podcasts that I eat up which don’t budge my spiritual life. There are too many times when I doubt the very existence of God and the sending of His Son. It can all feel like a crazy lie. I’m probably being too honest — but I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way. It’s in those times that I ask myself, “Am I out of love with God somehow? Am I losing my faith here? How do I get back to where I used to be?” But I keep reading my Bible. I keep singing on Sundays. I keep praying. I soak in books and sermons. I serve. I enjoy the company of mature Christians. I enjoy the fellowship of the broken. And you know what? Sometimes the clouds part and God comes through and His love squeezes my heart and I fall to my knees remembering how good He is. Then I read Scripture and can’t stop weeping and I turn on Christian songs in my car full blast and sing loud enough to scare the traffic. I serve with shaking hands and get convicted by those sermons and soak in God’s goodness all over again. So I’ve learned over time: I wasn’t really out of love with God. I’m just a fragile human being who changes as much as the weather. I was setting a ridiculous standard for myself that can’t be defined by self-pressuring parameters. I was tricked by the enemy into judging my flesh. My faith is based on His grace and not my feelings. And I think I need to relax.”

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J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

Keep reading the Bible. Keep worshiping. Keep praying.