#strengthrenewed

[sashirl-blog]

22 years today I had cancer surgery. The surgeon gave me less than a year to live. Guess he was wrong! The Lord had other plans. #cancer #StrengthRenewed #strength-Renewed #ShirleyCorder https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ryUw1gRrD/?igshid=169xn93sxqlr7

[tosinworld]

You can't replace TRUST IN GOD WITH anything. Man can only take you as far as their strength can take you. But when you trust in God, He consistently carry you on eagles wing and your strength is renewed everyday 👌 #inspiringsinglemoms #trustinthelord #trustingod #strengthrenewed https://www.instagram.com/p/B3yeWfzF6fF/?igshid=uun2jzly3z5w

[builtchaos-a-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? /drew & kelly? 👀

meme // accepting // @strengthrenewed

CONTACT - K2↳ Considering I haven’t drank in years, no. { sent } ↳ But I’m surprised you still have my number after all this time. { sent }

[scarcesplendor-blog]

     ♡ –––– at times blair would wonder where exactly she had gone wrong. sure, her teens and early twenties had been the peak of evil intrigues she liked to spin and execute but she couldn’t have been nearly bad enough to be deserving THIS. when the brunette had agreed to help out the wwe with the clothing for the HOF she hadn’t expected that the clients would be nearly as exhausting as they had been. with their bulky muscles and long limbs most of the talent seemed rather uncomfortable in the fabrics she suggested and the measurements she took. TASTELESS creatures that would drive her close to the edge of a nervous breakdown soon. two weeks. she had two weeks until all outfits needed to be finished and at this point, she had given up on most of the men’s taste. next time she would make sure to let the opposite side of the contract know that she would only take care of the female talent’s clothing.

     ♡ –––– a frustrated shriek left her throat as the leg in front of her moved again and messed up the measurement band she had wrapped around it. from where she was kneeling next to the body of the tall male - blair was still unsure by which name to address him, dean ambrose? jon good? she didn’t know and by the way that he was working up her nerves, she didn’t care either - her eyes darted up to give him a sharp look. daggers flew in his direction. ❝ will you stand still? i’m trying to do my WORK here. ❞ for a moment now, her thumb pressed into his flesh, trying to hold the band in position so she could read the small number before he would mess it up yet AGAIN. once that was accomplished, blair stood back up. she was still shorter than the dirty blond in front of her who seemed awfully pleased with the fact that he was making her work harder than it had to be. ❝ ugh. ❞ the slightly younger woman rolled her eyes at HIM and shook her head. one step brought her over to the desk where she noted the number she needed. 

     ♡ –––– ❝ i assume you have not yet made a decision about the fabric, considering how busy you are with the distraction of my persona. ❞ when blair turned back around towards him, she eased down the fabric of the PRADA skirt that wrapped around her hips. a litter harder than probably necessary, FRUSTRATION speaking out of her now, she brought the measurement tool down on his body again, his shoulder this time to get the length of his arm. ❝ considering the color of your hair and eyes, you could pull of a navy suit. you are quite tall, i’d suggest a SPORTY frame. brown shoes. or grey ones. under no circumstances black ones. got it? ❞ shortly, she paused before rolling her eyes again. ❝ what am I even expecting? i will take care of those too. you don’t seem like the type of person to go shopping. maybe, while  i’m at it, i should provide you with a NEW pair of jeans. one without holes in their pockets. ❞ pure disgust spilled in her voice however, when she took away the measurement, blair met his blue eyes with a fake smile. it was only now that she noticed just how BLUE they were but, the elegantly dressed woman refused to acknowledge that this man with his ripped pants and worn out shoes had any sort of attractiveness to him. ( a plotted starter for @strengthrenewed  – for dean/jon )

[killypool-archived]

❝ sometimes if you see me smiling for no reason, you may think that i’m thinking about someone i love. maybe a cute girlfriend. maybe imagining a cute baby. no. i’m imagining rey mysterio vs jeff hardy while wearing sumo suits. and yes, i’m trying to make this happen. for the good of everyone. ❞