#denyself

[mothaie]

       ❝ your  sweater  looks  soft, ❞    REMINDS  HER  OF  HER  DAD,  mostly,  large  and  fluffy.    god,  does  she  miss  the  hugs  her  father  gives,  enveloping  her  in  his  massive  wings,  keeping  her  safe  and  warm  for  as  long  as  possible.    wait,  what  was  she  doing  again ??    OH,  YEAH !!    the  woman’s  sweater.        ❝ where  did  you  get  it ?? ❞

        @denyself​  liked !!

[naturalhygiene]

There is no choice for us, we must either deny self or deny Christ.

[holyfaithbiblechurch]

#wisdomofgod #denyself #takeupyourcross (at Staten Island, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiHTX5FurQC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[herflame-a]

@denyself​​  said:  “How  are  you  feeling?”

“Uh....”  It’s  a  good  question,  which  Rain  should  probably  have  an  answer  to,  but  she’s  just  woken  up.  She’s  never  really  been  much  of  a  morning  person  anyways,  always  took  a  while  to  really  adjust  to  being  awake,  and  on  top  of  all  of  that,  her  head  hurt.  She  blinks  a  few  times,  try  to  adjust  to  her  surroundings,  or  hope  the  head  pain  will  go  away,  but  that’s  definitely  not  happening  any  time  soon.

Still,  she  gets  herself  sitting  up,  which  takes  a  moment  with  the  way  the  world  spins  for  a  moment,  but  she  manages.  “I’m...  alive?”  Which  seems  to  be  about  the  only  positive  that  Rain  can  pull  from  the  situation  at  the  moment.  “Did  I  pass  out,  or  something?”

[populaer]

@denyself    :    ‘does it hurt?’

           ❛❛  no.  ❜❜     how pathetic he feels, stuck in this hospital, no idea what his future holds. a few short weeks ago all harrison cared about was winning class president, pushing his migraines aside and aiming for the top. now here he is, not knowing when — or if — he’ll recover, not knowing if he’ll be stuck this weak and pathetic shell of who he used to be. deep down harrison’s well aware that no one will be thinking pathetic when they look at him, no one holds those feelings for kids in the cancer ward, but it’s how he feels. he doesn’t feel brave, or strong, or inspiring. he feels tired. and sore. and sick.     ❛❛  i mean— kinda.  ❜❜     he doesn’t even want to admit it to a nurse when he needs help, no matter how obvious it may seem. just yesterday he’d walked these halls, now he feels like maybe he shouldn’t have cast that wheelchair aside so fast.     ❛❛  but it’s— the pains always there. it’s— it’s no worse than normal.  ❜❜

[furtherlost]

❛ You tried as best you could. ❜

"ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ. ᴡᴀɪᴛ---! I've got this, I've got this. Hold on."

Giddy digits tremble as he tugs at the hem of his shirt, doing his best to concentrate. Why could he only do this kind of stuff when no one else was here?

"I've got this. I promise you. ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟʏɪɴɢ."

[daelupyre]

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊      corridors of hell ,     each hall , each section wrought with tortured souls .    the screams echo out in her ears , singing to the darkest cornerstones of her soul .     gaze flickers up , series of seemingly endless chains and hooks of varying degrees , all comprising the rack .    sinister grin pulls at the corner of her lips as she continues through the labyrinth .    she stops , however , when she sees the half breed ; the scent of sulfur dancing with what she could sense was some semblance of humanity .     intriguing ; she had met someone of similar essence topside ; but did not know she would stumble across one here .   

                    ‘ --- well , hello  there ! ‘      wicked chime laces her words .    they are a stark contrast from the sound of brutality ; torture happening all around them .    slowly , she steps towards her ; a stream of consciousness , essence materialized .    it felt different not being in her actual body , being down here .     she did not travel to hell often , but the adjustments did not seem to get easier .     then again , it was not too terrible .          ‘ . . . what can i do for ya , cher ? ‘ ______ @denyself !

[selfshboy]

@denyself​  :  patch!   ‹‹ loud and deafening silence  &  accepting  ››

𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 on a park bench just looking at the blood that remains on the palm of his hand. he has run his fingers along the area where the cut, which is hidden underneath the blood, many times over until they become stained from the color. his focus is deep on the color of the blood that he doesn't realize he's no longer alone. what draws his attention away from the blood is the removal of it from his hand, which brings about a silent wince.

however, as his features relax, his gaze travels to find the one that is helping remove the blood off his hand. when he sees her, he almost speaks but instead, he remains silent as the wound is continued to be cleaned off. he isn't used to this sort of treatment but her touch seems to be gentle and knowledgeable of how to ensure his pain is minimal. this causes his tense shoulders to slowly relax and his jaw to do the same which prompts his lips to open,   ❝  it looks worse because there is lot of blood.  ❞