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[tracyawillis]

#Covid #Booster, DONE!!! #IChoseLife ❤️ (at CSULB Bookstore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWB4LKkB83Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[the-change-agent]

One if the things that really gets us and tend to steal kit peace is not knowing the difference between what we have control of, and what lies outside of the realm of our control. Knowing peace and knowing how to have peace is the key here. If you want peace today. Try this simple technique by relinquishing control. Stop trying to control that which is outside if your control. Know what you have control of, and walk away in peace. The more you know(understand), the better you are because your choices can now make sense. What is it that has robbed your peace? Is this something that is out of your control? What are you going to do about it today? #IChosePeace #IChoseLife #IChoseHappiness #IChoseMe❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CDJQ2PjHHGD/?igshid=uyy9eg816aex

[obuszalee1]

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You Cannot Handle The Invincible With Mundane Physical Approach...The Spiritual Controls The Physical....The Carnal Mind Do Not Understand These Things....If You Know You Know. I CHOOSE LIFE! . . . . . . #innerpeace💫 #ichooselife #ichose #fireprooflife #ichoselife#choosejesus #jesusislifeministries #mylifeismyworship #spiritman #iamspiritualism #iamaspirit #spiritualawakenings #revivaltimeinriverside #praisetime #mylifeismyworshipalbum #innerpeacequotes #confidential #confidentialassignment #laconfidential #gracetoliveandthrive #takemetotheplaceilove @johnnyena @pastorfredigho @fredwilliamsg @melvinoak (at Lekki Phase 2) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB4ObHAFmzM/?igshid=1g56ckwjbw5km

[ccabralg]

Em dias melancólicos nada melhor que ouvir The Smiths ❤ . . . #thesmiths #morrissey #panic #johnnymarr #ichoselife https://www.instagram.com/p/BojjyAVnY0Z/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u8i5fpjvr7b9

[ourpastlord-blog]

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The city of Hive. Okay that doesn’t work. But Hive City was full of lots of interesting things; the Lord time and time again kept realizing it and falling victim to his curiosity about all of them. Usually that led him to spending hours upon hours trying to understand modern or even old technology as it was all modern to him.

This time though what caught his attention wasn’t technology or species as the case sometimes was but simply fashion and design. 

That fashion was the unique attire of the one he currently was trying to grab the attention of. Shaking his wooden sword to try to get more attention since it was longer so more shake-ability.

“Excuse me! What an interesting outfit you’re wearing! Quite cool.”

[venanix-blog]

would you like to talk about it?

talking about trauma | accepting

Weiss couldn’t believe she was being asked something like this. The former heiress clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes, her hands curling into fists. Did she want to talk about it? Of course she didn’t.

She needed to. She needed to talk about it to someone, and quite badly, but Weiss wasn’t going to. Because she was stubborn, and thought she could deal with whatever was going on by herself and she’d be just fine.

“I would not like to.” She finally said, her words nothing short of cold. “It’s none of your business what happened at Haven.” As she spoke, one arm subconsciously moved to press itself against her side and against a scar- scarcely a few months old- on her abdomen. She let out a shallow exhale and chewed at her bottom lip as that scar twinged in discomfort.

“Do you have anything else invasive to ask, or are we about done here?”

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     “Now I might like the rear more than the front, but looking at you? I see no reason why I can’t admire both right now.”

[obscurato]

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{ ♠ }— District ‘Beta’ was revolting. And Sliske had been to some downright awful places; Guilenor had its “quirky” corners, and Freneskae was hardly an island paradise. He’d be fool to think either of them didn’t contain acids or burning liquid pools somewhere. And yet, here.... The other residents of this downtrodden location seemed adamant to avoid the slick wet walls and other sludge that “decorated” the home. Even crystal clear pools of water were given a wide berth -- just what was hidden in such puddles? Perched on a broken down wall, Sliske watched the passers by as an eyesore in the open stretched tunnels. At least he wasn’t resting alone, occasionally eyeing the young person settled on the ground nearby.

“How kind of those ‘scientists’ to give us such a lovely home,” he hums, smile quirked on his lips and malice etched in his eyes. It wasn’t like he was going to keep it as a home, anyway. “Wouldn’t you agree? With the awful smell and whatever those puddles are. They must be a lovely bunch to treat us so kindly.”