"They couldn't have me
And they never will
And sometimes I hold you closer just to know you're real."
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"They couldn't have me
And they never will
And sometimes I hold you closer just to know you're real."
I have so much hope. The tide is changing.
via weheartit
âWhat is it that the child has to teach?
The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everybody should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness. The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not.
And the child is right.â
â Rabbi Tzvi Freeman
âWesterners are fond of the saying âLife isnât fair.â Then, they end in snide triumphant: âSo get used to it!â What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a childâs budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, âLife isnât fair,â and her response will be: âThen make it fair!ââ âBarbara Alice Mann
We are not the bad things that happen to us; we are everything it takes to overcome.
Lovely Life
Which do you see? -nicole addison
someone else: *makes a mistake*
me: don't worry buddy! it is not a big deal! we can fix this! we'll figure it out!!
me: *makes a mistake*
me: i am irredeemable worthless garbage and i want to die
God please help me get through this week and the weeks to come.
Dear God,
Even when it hurts, even when I canât quite see the path or the end, let me never lose sight, always and forever, keep me in the light.
by gracieallen