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tennis and joint rolling going on btw if u even care
what a beautiful day to not be in high school
This is the like those “remember to be grateful you don’t have a sore throat right now” posts. It IS a beautiful day to not be in high school! Thank you!
Detail of vault with flowers and birds, Archiepiscopal Palace Chapel (interior), mosaic, c. 494-519, Palazzo arcivescovile di Ravenna (Ravenna, Italy) (JSTOR)
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FOOT INJURY SAGA UPDATE they dkwtf wrong LOL. PUTTING INSERTS IN MY SAMBAS KINDA HELPED THO that'sitthat'sbeenmyproblemthewholetimetheseatheight.jpg
I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself
attributed to Thomas Rooke (Burne-Jones’ assistant), after Edward Burne-Jones, Design for Christ Enthroned in the Heavenly Jerusalem, in the American Church in Rome
Irina Korina (Russian, 1977), Juniper under the Snow, 2021. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 80 cm.
Over the infinity of space and time, the infinitely more infinite love of God comes to possess us. He comes at his own time. We have the power to consent to receive him or to refuse. […] If we consent, God puts a little seed in us and he goes away again. From that moment God has no more to do; neither have we, except to wait. We only have not to regret the consent we gave him, the nuptial yes. It is not as easy as it seems, for the growth of the seed within us is painful. Moreover, from the very fact that we accept this growth, we cannot avoid destroying whatever gets in its way, pulling up the weeds, cutting the good grass, and unfortunately the good grass is part of our very flesh, so that this gardening amounts to a violent operation. On the whole, however, the seed grows of itself. A day comes when the soul belongs to God, when it not only consents to love but when truly and effectively it loves. Then in its turn it must cross the universe to go to God. The soul does not love like a creature with created love. The love within it is divine, uncreated; for it is the love of God for God that is passing through it. God alone is capable of loving God. We can only consent to give up our own feelings so as to allow free passage in our soul for this love. That is the meaning of denying oneself. We are created for this consent, and for this alone.
Simone Weil, "The Love of God and Affliction" from Waiting for God
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accidentally got stuck in a compulsive thought loop instead of living any sort of life
Has anyone considered that instead of everything going to shit all the time, we could make it so that things were getting generally better
77, ee cummings
'I' is you, the poll taker. So, say which you love doing most.
"I really love _________"
adding fuel to the fire
barking up the wrong tree
adding my 2 cents
making a mountain out of a molehill
tooting my own horn
fucking around and finding out
stirring the pot
biting off more than I can chew
beating a dead horse
bursting someone's bubble
throwing in the towel
adding salt to the wound
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