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The lead singer from Linkin Park died today

He committed suicide

I know everyone likes to make fun of emo, angsty music, but I think people need to know where music like that comes from and who it’s directed to

It may seem like silly, edgy reminders from when you were younger, but for a lot of people when they are in a bad place they turn to music, music that makes their anger and sadness and pain feel justified

I don’t know, I’m just kind of bummed out now

Do what you gotta do, you know? If you need some emo punk music or some edgy rock music to feel ok and justified, then listen to it Just stay safe.

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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.

J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

wildflowereyess

let’s love people even when they have nothing to offer.

shewolfofengland

Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.

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(x)

heartyounot

I’m dead at his face in the last one like “Did you even try?”

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And then when he gets pushed he’s like “Wait no let him try!”

morepopcornplease

his composure is just everything I aspire to be

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OMG IT’S BACK!

minimiddletons

CHARLES IS THE BEST OMG

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Like how he stands there as if, “Okay, I’ll be perfectly still and we’ll see if you can hit me this time. Come on, it is like I’m giving you a head start.” He’s more annoyed with his cuff link than the wanna be assassin.

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FOREVER REBLOGGING THIS.

atomictiki

THIS is how you deal with terrorists

Even if you go down you did it with dignity.

jasoncanty01

You all do know who his mother is right? You know the woman who stayed home during the bombing of London and drove Jeeps in WW2. They are trained to be final boss overlord level composed at age 2.

atomictiki

U don’t fuck with the Queen

qbnaith

His sister, Princess Anne, was the victim of an attempted kidnapping. The guy pointed a gun at her and told her to get out her car. She replied: “Not bloody likely.” And tried to kick him.

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yellew

*falls behind in life* haha the lag

rachelbranham22

@tandle23

kurgy

what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck

wnq-writers

I find myself with every I was told I would need to be happy. I have friends, family, books, I even bought my favorite scented candles. I was naive enough to believe any of it would make a difference.

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wordsnquotes

I’m not really sure why. But… do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don’t think so. That’s what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger… and I still loved [them.] I still do.

Brandon Sanderson (via wordsnquotes)

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Some of us live in this space — we don’t know yet. We are sitting outside a broken dream weeping into our hands and watching the sand fall through tired fingers. It’s gone. We can’t possibly know how it will get better. It could be that nothing around you gets better. But He is there, extending grace within the swirling mess of a hostile world. It could be that people around you don’t change. But He is there, growing you to change when others do not. It could be that you get stuck at the obstacle once more. But He is there, having already removed every obstacle between you and Him at the cross, empowering you for so much better than you think. In your crushed, swollen chest where the hurt pulls in: Christ comes to fill the broken places like so much water in cracked earth, new breath stretching your lungs, so we may thrive and bloom and stand on our shaking feet again. Turn. He is there.

J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

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I wonder how they could yell Barabbas instead of Jesus. I wonder how they sang Hosanna and days later, Crucify him. I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned. But – I am Barabbas, sinner set free. I yell Crucify him as I sing praises with ease. I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory. And yet, so Christ still died for me. Still he died, where I should be, a perfect love on that tree.

J.S. Park (via jspark3000)

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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.

J.S. Park (via thengrace)