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judas: it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this
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on the third day, jesus was coming out of his cave and he was doing just fine
judas: it was only a kiss, how did it end up like this
the freaking Pirates music
For the love of god PLEASE UNMUTE THIS
How many boomers does it take to change a lightbulb?
None.
They’ll all resist change even if it means making the world a brighter place.
Harry Potter in Gina Linetti pictures
Dumbledore:
Harry:
Ron:
Hermione:
Luna:
Snape:
McGonagall:
Lockhart:
The ministry of magic:
Voldemort:
IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E
I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y
ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june
get spooky
how does this appear every june
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers -
The moon and the stars you set in place -
What are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care about?
Yet you made them only a little lower that God and crowned them with glory and honour
- Psalm 8:3-5
Let the King of my heart Be the mountain where I run The fountain I drink from Oh, He is my song
Let the King of my heart Be the shadow where I hide The ransom for my life Oh, He is my song
You are good, good, oh
Let the King of my heart Be the wind inside my sails The anchor in the waves Oh, He is my song
Let the King of my heart Be the fire inside my veins The echo of my days Oh, He is my song
You are good, good, oh
You’re never gonna let Never gonna let me down You’re never gonna let Never gonna let me down
You are good, good, oh
When the night is holding on to me God is holding on When the night is holding on to me God is holding on Because You are good, good, oh
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I’m a pastor, and I once attempted suicide because my brain has an illness that is no different from heart disease or cancer. I require medication to function as normally as possible, and I have to visit a specialist to keep track of my progress. I’m writing about this because the stigma surrounding mental illness, especially in Christian communities, keeps people locked in prisons of shame, refusing to admit that they need help. If you’re struggling and feel alone, please know that you can still be a Christian and have a mental illness. I am living proof of that.
Steve Austin, “Being Christian and Living With a Mental Illness” (via twloha)
How do you get through the hard days, where all you want to do is run away?
Dear whoever wrote this for me,
Firstly, I apologise for the delay in replying - I honestly didn’t notice it because rarely does anyone message me on here! Haha
How do I get though the hard days when I just need to run away?Honestly, I was going to write about how when things are hard, I just generally go to sleep because I’m exhausted from struggling within myself and because I know tomorrow is a new day and sometimes using time to put distance between the pain and the present works wonders for perspective. But that train of thought seemed so incomplete and inadequate.
The truth is, however, I don’t know. I mean, I get through and it makes me feel stronger knowing that, currently, I have survived 100% of my darkest days and broken nights. But I’m muddling through the journey the same way as you might be. I can only speak for me, but I know that the one thing that can soothe my raging soul is worship music because my faith is so important to the way I live my life. When I’m having a rough time, I normally try to listen to the kind of worship music that cries out in utter desperation to a God that is so much more than I can ever truly comprehend. It’s like finding a song that just aligns your heart, in all of its messiness, brokenness and angriness, straight to the depths of Heavens heart. When life seems to be rather bleak, I know to the very core of who I am that God is real, hope is real and love is the most powerful thing to ever exist. And even if I can’t see it right now, I know that God is good and this isn’t a punishment from Him. My struggles doesn’t mean His promises for me are null and void, nor does it mean that He is broken or defective.
Outside of faith (which, ps, is okay if you don’t have faith or you have a different faith to mine), I have a few very close friends and a mentor from my church who know what is going on in my world and they frequently check in with me. Community is vital. People need other people. When they ask me “how are you?” I know that I don’t have to slather my happy face on if I am feeling like dirt. I’m allowed to lose face and lay all my cards on the table to them because they’ve stayed the journey with me. No matter how many times I revert back to unhealthy thinking, they are not angry or frustrated with me, but they love and stand by me. I choose to keep this number very little because, despite normally being an open book in every single other aspect of life, I need to deal with this myself before I just invite everyone to attend my insecurities and vulnerabilities.
I also read blogs such as To Write Love On Her Arms because they are real and they are raw and they are beautiful in their mess. It tells me that I am by no means alone in this walk. It inspires me that perhaps, one day, I may hold myself in the same stunning stance despite my struggles. I’m so happy there are blogs like TWLOHA who are breaking the stigma, who will address the elephant in the room and who do it with such grace and love.
One day, I’ll be bold. One day, I’ll be brave. One day, I will take the leap and actually seek professional help. But in the meantime, I will never stop searching for peace.
I think there is such a courageous strength in not running away but sticking through things.
Mother Theresa once said “you may be just one drop in the ocean, but without you the ocean would be one drop less” You matter. You’re important. You are a living, breathing story. Embrace that.
If you don’t mind, I’ll be praying for you x
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This is the truth
The world is better with you in it.
I know it hurts. I know it hurts so bad you can barely breathe sometimes. I know because I’ve been there. Please don’t leave us. I promise life can be good, and we need you too much.
Alex Gino, George (via quoted-books)
An Open Letter to Those Afraid of What Comes Next
I need to know, can you help us? Can you help LGBT youth get through these rough looking four years? Can you spread the word for surviving? Because if I’m going to be completely honest my whole body hurts from crying because of this election. I’m fourteen and I’m worried for LGBT youth being sent to conversion “therapy” and pushed to commit suicide because this country is too much to handle. I reached out for help when I first saw this blog but now I can just feel myself being pulled into an endless abyss of suffering. I just think that LGBT Youth and minorities in general need your help.
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Although we received this message privately, we wanted to respond publicly as we know many of you might be struggling with these concerns as well. Because if we’ve learned anything over the past ten years of our history, it’s that we often love and dream and, yes, fear together.
If you’ve found your way here, you might know that To Write Love on Her Arms is a nonprofit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. Our longer mission statement includes this sentence: TWLOHA exists to inform, inspire, encourage, and also invest directly into treatment and recovery.
That’s what we do. That’s who we are. In the wake of this election and whatever else the future brings, that will not change.
The message of hope and help we talk about in that mission statement is present in everything we do. It’s there in the messages you see on our merchandise. It’s there in our social media posts and in the words of our contributors. It’s what we come back to time and time and time again because we know that constant reminders like these are necessary. In the face of seemingly relentless fear, we must – and we will – stand unwavering in our message of hope.
But we know, because we’ve heard from asks like these, from emails we receive, from blog post and social media comments, that it can be difficult to hold on to that hope. You go online to your favorite sites or pull on your favorite TWLOHA hoodie, and you feel like you can make it to tomorrow. But the next day you wake up and don’t know how to carry that hope with you, especially in the face of what you read on the news or what people say to you in their ignorance or hatred.
These are your questions:
Can you help us? Can you help LGBT youth get through these rough looking four years? Can you spread the word for surviving?
This is our answer:
We will do everything in our power to help you.
We will do everything we can to make sure that people of color and members of the LGBT community know that there are people fighting for them, that we are fighting for them.
We will do everything possible to spread the word that there are reasons to keep living.
We believe that hope and help are real. We believe that love is the movement. We believe that better days are ahead. And we believe that you are enough.
If you are reading this and are feeling hopeless, please know that we’re holding the hope for you, and we will continue to do so as long as there is fear or ignorance or hatred in the world.
There is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with who you are, where you come from, what religion you do or don’t believe in, what you look like, or who you love.
You matter.
Your life matters.
We need you here, and the world needs you here.
You can make it to the other side of this, to a place where you believe in hope even as you acknowledge your fear. That suffering you mentioned? It feels endless, but it is not.
It is not.
If you are reading this and need a reminder, please email us at [email protected]. Our team responds to each and every single email we receive.
We will be waiting for your email. We will see you on the road. We will wear our merchandise in solidarity with you.
We will stand here with you, and we will do everything we can to help you.
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Elections come and go. Leaders come and go. Please remember this: Love is still the most powerful force on the planet.
If you are struggling, we encourage you to reach out to one of the resources listed on our FIND HELP page. You can also text TWLOHA to 741741 to get connected with a crisis counselor for free at any time.
(If you’d like to read this on our blog, you can do so here.)
badassbettyrizzo:
BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BILL CLINTON MOUTHES “THAT’S MY GIRL” CAN WE FUCKING TALK ABOUT THAT.
Listen, I voted for her, but in my heart I don’t know that I’ve had many moments of truly liking or admiring her. But this moment? This poise? This complete self-control (in a situation where sexist men would expect her to be falling apart)? I have never been prouder or more admiring of someone. I agree, Bill. That’s our girl.
I cried a lot yesterday, but watching this speech I was almost sobbing.
I mean…