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I found this.
I will put it right here, dont question. I also dont know
I don't know how I got in the hospital but I just got home and I alr wish I just got ran over
As an Indonesian there's this document we get from our schools upon graduation that state we were good students and were not involved in delinquency. Previous years were fine. "Did not participate in any biker gangs or other violent activities, did not do underage smoking, did not use drugs, etc etc". This year I finally got mine— there, on that paper, I read that the first word after "did not participate in" was (and since it was in all capitals, it stuck out like a sore thumb) LGBT. Yes! The Indonesian letter said, "this student does not participate in LGBT," and the rest were mostly crimes. I felt an ache in my heart.
Oh stars above
Prayed so hard last night. In the shower my left fist stung from contact with soap. Upon washing away the bubbles I noticed a mark from all the praying last night. Not sure how I'll recover. God didn't take my life like I asked Him to, but honestly I asked "take my life tonight or fix this in what You know is the best way", for I still had hope in the situation (or it's my selfishness getting to me), so I'll wait and see if the latter would be answered. Don't tell me he's not real, or that this is delusional behaviour— I already know. Lord take me
Saw someone say being religious and queer is a form of sh. I argue otherwise.
I personally believe in the Lord and I don't discriminate those who doubt him, or even those who vehemently loathe him. In fact I understand them! I wholeheartedly have faith that God gave us humans the power to think critically for a reason. To understand, to criticise, to become our own. It'd be boring leading a flock of mindless believers, I'm sure. I think He'd be prouder of those who decided their own path even if they don't believe in Him. He'd understand— which is exactly what makes him so godly, so infallible, and so divine, in comparison to the short-minded man who thoughtlessly abuses those with differing faiths or the lack of one. He'd be proud of those who yearn to understand how the world works, those who don't simply believe what they're told. The mind was bestowed upon us to be used; to abandon the act of thinking would be equal to blasphemy. Now imagine how He would consider those who have criticised the way of the religion—much more one so discriminated in said religion—yet persisted in their faith.
‘So long as they are not doing others harm’ is a phrase oft neglected when the conversation shifts to sin. We are fortunate now that we live (though in a world of chaos and discord) with the ability to not worry of extinction from the lack of offspring. We needn't fret of bearing children the very moment we turn 18. We can shift our views to other matters such as politics, economy, and identity. Back then it was not so. Long ago humans had to reproduce at all times, for there was so little of us on this wide and precarious Earth, hence why the religions of yore would usually forbid homosexuality. Not to mention the lack of sanitisation back then turning the act of loving into an act of harming both the lover and oneself, with nothing to be received but the passion of the other. There was no child to make up for the risks. Passion could not prevent extinction.
Yet now, look at us— nearly every part has been conquered. Some parts of the world, even, are so overpopulated that the air chokes you. Homosexuality is able to thrive, actually needed now more than ever— for if everyone is reproducing there will be no time to wait for the elders to die. Especially, seeing as how we live longer than our ancestors did. It would actually be dangerous for us to keep on having children with a vigour while the older generation still feeds on Earth's produce. Soon enough there may be no more space left. Already presently there are starving children at every corner, with no parents. Who else (this applies also, to those who are infertile) would care for them if everyone's off having their own children? Same-sex lovers are the little break from such a world we needed.
Notice how I have not once mentioned transgender people? Indeed! I wholeheartedly believe that all the words which forbid transgenderism were written by mankind. Perhaps it confused them way back when they ought to keep on reproducing, I don't know. But of course I don't know, of course you don't know. It was back then. Why, you ask, do I believe it was all written by man? To you I ask, why would God have us humans be this way, when (as aforesaid) it brings harm to nobody? It was the hateful heart of man who wrote it. Why did God create humans to be hateful? Well, he didn't exactly, but he gave us free will and a critical mind. Some people don't use the latter, hence why.
Religion was created by man. One can have faith (be "religious") without truly believing in the created religion itself. I personally am Catholic, but that's that. I don't believe in the bigoted parts. You can say I "cherry pick the bible" the way that bigots do, except I have my reasons to cherry pick, I choose my cherries which are not rotten to share to the world. They choose the crumpled dying cherries and say "this is how God sees you!" They do so out of hatred, bitterness, and cruelty. They do not think. They do not criticise what they believe, and what I believe is that God's mighty disappointed in them.
To all religious queers, I wouldn't say you're not a sinner. All humans do sin, that's what makes us human. Animals are not sinners; they do not have the mind for it. We are human, and that's alright. God will forgive us for our sins. Our queerness, however, is not one of those sins. It is who we are, what we are. It is a part of us intricately woven by the Lord, can't be chosen by ourselves. It's the way of life. Never beat yourself down over it.
Happy pride month.
My beloved one.. so dashingly charming. Charmingly dashing. Handsomely created he was, indeed, a product of the most loving stars! My radiant stardust! How your effulgence does guide me through the dark of night!
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revived just to share these tony pictures because he’s so so beautiful. wow.
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As my mum tells me there's nobody else like her in the world— so willing to take the "abandoned child of nobody" into her house without anything in return; that there is nobody in this world truly alright with feeding and nurturing a child despite not being connected by blood, I can't help but yearn for the day I save another child from this fate of mine and prove her wrong
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Another appreciation post? Really? But of course. Why wouldn't there be another? This may grow frequent.
Misunderstandings do happen; such is inevitable. Little quarrels, little tears. There is, however, one thing that overcomes all the woe: honesty.
Of course the details shall remain to myself. But long story short I was being a worrywart, and my boyfriend (bless his heart) tried his best to comfort me, and ended up being upset himself. I thought, this poor boy! He's such a dear darling, truly. Seeing how truthful his words were immediately erased any negative thoughts I initially had. I can't imagine how it would've been if it were not him at that moment. Anyone else, I believe—and from past experience—would keep up the lie, and leave me completely, or talk behind my back. He did not. That means so much for me.
Frankly, I'm at my wits' end. However am I meant to return that healing warmth to him? Oh revered one, adored antidote! If only I could give him a fraction of what he has given me. The sweetest man! I yearn to hold him!
I've been smiling for minutes now I wonder how long it will take until my lips just fly away. To kiss him I'd hope. Gosh this entire blog will just be about him I'm afraid
Ghhaagghhh I love him so very much. I adore him more than life itself. More than of death and of the stars and the oceans and all. More than existence and nonexistence. I love him very much.
Been having the most terrible episode of my life— but really all new episodes feel like the new record for most terrible, are they not? Well I was fearing for my life (as one often does) from the fact that he may be getting bored of me already (as others often do). But, I've learned, that I ought to set my feet down to the ground and analyse these thoughts (as a healthy man SHOULD do)— instead of making myself feel better I only dug a different hole for myself in hopes of seeing light, only to see the dark. I began worrying that my worrying may drive him away (as a healthy man should NOT do). I sent him an extremely messy message — not my proudest moment really — expressing my woes and agonies and fears and the like. I said, "say it to my face", and I'm sure any fellow BPD martyr would understand what it's like worrying about someone secretly loathing every part of you and being repulsed or frightened by you. You know what he did? What that sweet angel of a man did?
He recorded himself replying to my message. Yes, recorded himself! Replying to my message! And it was the sweetest kindest loveliest thing that's ever been done for me. I saw his face and how genuine his expressions were and how exhausted he was from a show the previous day; I heard the tone of his gentle voice reassuring me and the disappointment when he reads my self loathing; it was almost as though I could feel his tender hand in mine. It was much better than a mere message, really, and I do so want to improve myself— to be a better lover for him, for I despise seeing him so exhausted and I don't wish to add on to his burdens by being a worrywart, hahah. I don't understand a single reason why he's still here, but it sure does feel as though the stars burn for us to be together.
If you have bpd get yourself a man like my boyfriend, except someone who's not my boyfriend, because my boyfriend is mine. What a lovely man. I truly am fortunate.
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Minor grammatical error using "are they not" instead of "do they not". I must desecrate the maze of my own cortex to atone. Lobotomy here I come