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; it is well ♡ . ˚.⋆

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Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope, and patience never fail. Love is eternal. There are inspired messages, but they are temporary; there are gifts of speaking in strange tongues, but they will cease; there is knowledge, but it will pass. For our gifts of knowledge and of inspired messages are only partial; but when what is perfect comes, then what is partial will disappear. When I was a child, my speech, feelings, and thinking were all those of a child; now that I have grown up, I have no more use for childish ways. What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. What I know now is only partial; then it will be complete — as complete as God's knowledge of me.

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happy and healthy and not dead yet I don't think

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Art by April Lee for "Forbidden Fruit", a Patalliro fic by Steph Rendino. From the third volume of Anime House Presents, a late 80s to early 90s anime zine.

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Illustration by Maki Minami - Patalliro Vol. 99.9 Tribute Fanbook

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Art for Mineo Maya's fan club, as displayed in the Astaroth Chronicle books.

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Sculptures at St. Isaak’s Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia, are silhouetted by the rising full moon. Photo by Dmitry Lovetsky

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So be it

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My therapist is having to read pages upon pages of entries because I don't know the formalities so I just send her my journal and hope she leads from that okay

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Anne Michaels, from "Correspondences: Poems and Portraits," originally published in 2013

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Luke 7:47; Those who have forgiven much, love much.

Do not be hurt by their old mistreatment, as you also treated them poorly, at some point.

Somewhere, even if you have no memory of it. And the angels witnessed it all, that you haven't done a thing wrong.

What am I talking about? I've not done a thing beyond what I'm capable of. How many times can a human heart forgive before it collapses? How many times can a human heart test another's forgiveness before losing interest? How can a human heart possess such a degree of evil that it might treat another person so poorly, just for a skelf of pleasure? I need time to recover from these deep wounds you have inflicted on my heart before I can say I have truly forgiven you. "I tell you not 7 times, but 70 times seven" to forgive someone? I aspire for that godly level of graceful love and patience, but it hurts me so. God, save me from my injuries of the heart, and soften their heart, for Your word cuts through to where soul and spirit meet, to where joints and marrow come together. Save me from my sorrows and let me walk with You after death; Amen

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I call to the LORD for help; I plead with him. I bring him all my complaints; I tell him all my troubles. When I am ready to give up, he knows what I should do. In the path where I walk, my enemies have hidden a trap for me. When I look beside me, I see that there is no one to help me, no one to protect me. No one cares for me. LORD, I cry to you for help; you, LORD, are my protector; you are all I want in this life. Listen to my cry for help, for I am sunk in despair. Save me from my enemies; they are too strong for me. Set me free from my distress; then in the assembly of your people I will praise you because of your goodness to me.

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Reach from within and touch my soul; destroy all the demons that torment me so.

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My head has been smashed, and I've fallen to the ground, distracted by my own problems. The wounds sting, they pulsate, and they fester, and i am ashamed of the state i am left in. I have not left my bed for a week. All day, i dampen my pillow with tears, and my eyes have begun to suffer the grief as well. My skin has begun to chafe, as I've not taken extensive care of it for long, my hair is beginning to lose its woolish texture, and it is now rough and brittle. Even my lips are beginning to peel. Oh Lord, do not allow the world to crush me with problems. Despite my condition, people worry about me, and i performed at recitals, i wrote exams, and i felt such peace in my heart. For this, I praise You. I always do, with songs on the lyre, on the harp too. They are the easiest to spew songs of praise on. Here I lie, in my bed, and damaged in all sorts of ways. Paranoid, concussed, whatever else. When I am in pain, you are my healer. Your wings crown me with grace, and your gaze fills me with light and joy. I have survived. Surely, this goodness will follow me all the days of my life, so long as I am with you.

[shisasan]

November 3, 1912 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

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innit.