#burning heart

[flanwitheplan]

[novaleenn]

finger fucking through my panties… thumb in my mouth… feeling how wet i am on his fingers… feeling how hard he is..

[writtenonhigh]

“That same day two of Jesus’ followers were walking to the village of Emmaus, seven miles from Jerusalem. As they walked along they were talking about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things, Jesus himself suddenly came and began walking with them. But God kept them from recognizing him. He asked them, “What are you discussing so intently as you walk along?” They stopped short, sadness written across their faces. Then one of them, Cleopas, replied, “You must be the only person in Jerusalem who hasn’t heard about all the things that have happened there the last few days.” “What things?” Jesus asked. “The things that happened to Jesus, the man from Nazareth,” they said. “He was a prophet who did powerful miracles, and he was a mighty teacher in the eyes of God and all the people. But our leading priests and other religious leaders handed him over to be condemned to death, and they crucified him. We had hoped he was the Messiah who had come to rescue Israel. This all happened three days ago. “Then some women from our group of his followers were at his tomb early this morning, and they came back with an amazing report. They said his body was missing, and they had seen angels who told them Jesus is alive! Some of our men ran out to see, and sure enough, his body was gone, just as the women had said.” Then Jesus said to them, “You foolish people! You find it so hard to believe all that the prophets wrote in the Scriptures. Wasn’t it clearly predicted that the Messiah would have to suffer all these things before entering his glory?” Then Jesus took them through the writings of Moses and all the prophets, explaining from all the Scriptures the things concerning himself. By this time they were nearing Emmaus and the end of their journey. Jesus acted as if he were going on, but they begged him, “Stay the night with us, since it is getting late.” So he went home with them. As they sat down to eat, he took the bread and blessed it. Then he broke it and gave it to them. Suddenly, their eyes were opened, and they recognized him. And at that moment he disappeared! They said to each other, “Didn’t our hearts burn within us as he talked with us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us?””—‭‭Luke‬ ‭24‬:‭13‬-‭32‬ ‭NLT‬‬

[phoebepheebsphibs]

🎤🎧❤️‍🔥

Punk rock star diva!

She’s giving “he broke my heart so I’m gonna tear his apart” kinda musical artist, y’know?

(Also I think her music would sound a lot like “21” by Caroline Reilly, and “Set It All Free” by Scarlett Johansson from Sing)

(These two songs were stuck in my head the whole time I drew her)

[gorybomb]

[men-in-black-official]

dear @inflated-ego-offical @mcsm-official @mike-wheeler-offical @yearning--offical @sophisticated-offical @chickfila-official @silly-lil-arson-frog-mom-offical @pen-out-of-ink-official @hollyberry-cookie-offical @eraser-offical @luciferthemenace @algae122 @null-the-void-monarch-offical @marblesinatrashcan @kermitthebomber-offical @evil-neutral-offical @pond-scum-offical @gia-olir @purplezrb @perfection-official @gooped-up-rats-offical @shoebill-offical @international-electromatics @mythologynerdfelix @horror-movie-offical @hekate-offical @no-one-offical @ineedbettershittodo @aschermorgan @red-the-fab-killjoy @sleepgod-offical @marinebiology-offical @randomenby0ntumbirtumblr @thermonuclearbombenthusiast @request-anything-yes @harpyja @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat @goblin-offical @thecosmicjellyfish @yourunusalartist @dabadoowop @james-offical @satan-offical

What songs are you currently listening to? I'm currently listening to Burning Heart from Rock IV by Survivor. As I am finishing this, Gimme Some lovin' by the Spencer Davis Group started playing

[lifeforone]

Late at night

and sometimes in the middle of the day

when everything looks fine from the outside

I think about the people I’ve loved

And the people who have loved me

Some I tried to grow into

Some who outgrew me

All of them leaving something behind

I don’t call those relationships failures

I respect what they were

What they taught me

What they asked of me

Even when I couldn’t answer fully

But there’s a weight I carry constantly

Not just in quiet moments

It comes with me to work

To laughter

To achievements that are supposed to feel lighter than they do

A feeling that I fall just short

That effort alone doesn’t always equal alignment

That love can be real

And still not be enough

I question my worth more than I show

Whether I’m someone people choose every day

Or someone they eventually realize

They need something different from

That doubt settles into my body

Like a weighted vest I forget I’m wearing

Until I try to breathe deeply

Until I try to rest

I hide it well

Behind humor

Behind momentum

Behind staying busy enough

That I don’t have to sit with it too long

I loved deeply

As honestly as I knew how at the time

And still, I was the one who “left”

Not by walking away

But by not being what was needed

By caring

And still missing the mark

“You’re too busy.”

“You’re not stable enough.”

“You’re not present.”

“You’re not healthy.”

“You’re not who I need right now.”

I heard those words

And kept moving

Believing growth would catch up

Believing effort would eventually close the distance

While the space quietly widened

I changed what I could see

My body

My habits

My thinking

My goals

But when love asked for something steadier

I didn’t always know how to hold on

Without gripping too tightly

Out of fear of losing what mattered

I’m not writing this for sympathy

Or reassurance

Or to be rescued

I’m writing because carrying this silently

Has started to feel heavier than sharing it

Because this grief lives with me daily

For everyone I wanted to grow with

And couldn’t seem to hold onto

No matter how much I cared

I know we’re all moving toward an ending

That truth doesn’t scare me

What scares me

Is reaching the end

Having never learned how to hold love

With open hands

Instead of clenched ones

This isn’t hopelessness. This is honesty.

[thedemonlady]

Alissa White-Gluz in "BURNING HEART" by DRAGONFORCE

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