Guys do I have female Kuma vibes ?
Guys do I have female Kuma vibes ?
i don’t feel well and i don’t have the strength to think and do something beautiful, so here are just pictures for the mood …
ahah, i hope you had a wonderful day and i love you guys!
(the newspaper says “Youth”))
I am waiting for you from now on and I will wait for you as long as life and love have meaning for you and for me. But if only once you loved me to the core you must have understood that waiting and loneliness can only be despair for me.
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 21, 1944 [#16]
hooray, depressed emo-boi!
anyway, i hope u'r have a nice day!
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ start to cry
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violence and bullying is bad … please, if u do this, stop it. turning someone’s life into hell does not make u better, but shows how rotten ur. it can be funny when u'r a kid or teenager, but cruelty really sucks. if even a few people cease to be such pieces of shit, a large number of children will receive wonderful hope for a better life! that would be .. really beautiful…
Four: Turn Off the Dark
Turn off the dark. Turn off the dark. Turn off the dark.
It’s an unusual phrase. You would usually say, “Turn on the light.” You generally don’t think about darkness being deactivated.
My plan was to show that the light of Jesus’ birth turned off the darkness of four things: loneliness, fear, despair, and guilt.
Every gift sends a message. God sent us Himself because He knew how desperately we needed Him. No matter how many friends we have, separated from Him there is something missing. That is how it’s possible to feel lonely in the middle of a crowded room. There is no greater present than His presence. That’s why Jesus’ name was to be Immanuel, which means “God with us”.
Jesus is the wonderful counselor who was sent to us to give us wisdom and free us from what frightens us. We live in very uncertain times. The economy seems fragile, and natural disasters lurk at every corner. Like the light that causes cockroaches to scatter, the presence of Jesus’ perfect love in the human heart drives out all fear.
Hopelessness reigns. Suicide now kills more people than car accidents do. So many despairs of life itself – not just down-and-outers, but ups-and-inners too. Professional athletes, singers, actors, CEOs. People take their lives without realizing it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem. A generation wears long sleeves to hide the fact they cut themselves. If you are a cutter or struggle with thoughts of taking your life, please know this: I understand that the pain is real. But you don’t need to hurt yourself or make yourself bleed: Jesus shed His blood for you. He died so you could live.
Forgiveness is our biggest need because sin is our biggest problem. All of us have crossed lines we know we shouldn’t have. Heaven is like a roller coaster: you must be this tall to ride, but none of us measure up. Jesus came to pay with our bills. If we trust Jesus, His righteousness gets deposited into our accounts, because on the cross our sin was placed on His shoulders.
Death. Our great enemy. The last enemy. It didn’t schedule an appointment or knock before entering. Death crashed our party.
Preach the Word, Dad!
Two days before Christmas, in Lenya’s honor, I kept the promise I made to the hospital employees and prepared to preach at the first of our nine worship experiences.
When I pull out my notes a few hours before the service and read what I had written, I immediately sensed what was missing, and I knew exactly how to fix it.
I realized there would be a hole in every picture we took from here on out. Death had ripped Lenya from our lives, torn her from our hands.
When I got to the last panel of the card I found what I was looking for, what I desperately needed at the moment.
“Jesus has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.” (2 Timothy 1:10)
All of a sudden the verse didn’t seem like such an odd choice. It was perfect for this Christmas. Prophetic, even. Fitting for a holiday where our hearts were at half-mast.
Sorrow Upon Sorrow
The truth is, death is what Christmas is all about. Jesus came to turn off the darkness of death by turning on the Light. Christmas exists so there could be an Easter, so we could live with hope and die without fear.
Waves aren’t clean and neat, especially when there is a swell or storm. They come in sets, but there is a randomness to the pattern that makes the ocean dangerous and unpredictable.
No wonder why there is a comparison between grief and the viciousness of dangerous surf. Grief is powerful and unpredictable. Your skin flushes, your heart burns, and your eyes sting. It’s very difficult to keep your thoughts collected, all but impossible to keep your emotions at bay.
There are supposedly stages of grief: denial and isolation, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. It’s messy and muddled. You move in and out of the stages at random. They swirl together like an ugly emotional cocktail.
Sorrow upon sorrow upon sorrow, with a side of sorrow.
Hurting with Hope
Here is something you need to know: hurting with hope still hurts. The sting of death might have been removed, but it still stings. It hurts like hell even when you know your loved one is in Heaven.
No, we might not sorrow as those who have no hope, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be sad.
We do a disservice anytime we try to rush people through the process of grief. as though it were spiritual to put a happy face on a horrible thing.
Masking pain doesn’t heal it faster; it actually slows it down and stunts your rehabilitation. My family and I will eventually learn to live triumphantly with our loss. But there will be something missing for the rest of our lives.
It’s been very hard. Sorrow upon sorrow.
God has made me stronger, so the pain is not always unbearable, but the weight hasn’t gotten any lighter.
I have hope, but I’m not happy about it.
This is the gospel: Jesus turned off the dark.
Death has been stripped of its power: “Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it.” (Colossians 2:15)
He took the bullets out of the devil’s gun. Satan can still pull the trigger, but there are only blanks in the chamber. Instead of being terrified, we can actually look at death victoriously. This is what Paul meant when he said Jesus has abolished death.
Why do we still have to die?
Remember this: God’s not finished yet. It there is one thing you need to know about God, it’s that He always gets the last word.
We can trust in the one who said that He is the resurrection and the life, who took the keys from death and hell, was dead and lives forever. His name is Jesus, and He always leads us in triumph.
Carved in Stone.
Faced with a thousand impossible decisions. One was to decide what we wanted her tombstone to say.
The inscription we chose read:
LENYA AVERY LUSKO
JESUS HAS ABOLISHED DEATH AND BROUGHT LIFE AND IMMORALITY TO LIGHT THROUGH THE GOSPEL.
Preaching in Pain
It was incredibly emotional and overwhelming to speak. I was a train wreck until moments before, alternating breaking down and feeling strong. There were times when I doubted I would be able to make it through, let alone be able to stand up and walk to the platform. But the moment I took the stage, I sensed the power of God, and I felt calm.
I want you and every human on this planet to know: you don’t have to fear death! It is defeated. Destroyed. It is painful, but there is no power left in it.
“THERE IS NO LOVE WITHOUT DESPAIR”
Good morning! I hope your Hope will stay with you all day!)
Note: I almost had a burn out here and didn’t write. But, I managed to write something.
Laurence charged into the building, his team close behind him.
The information said the enemy is in here. Scans showed no one in the buildi-
A flash of light, so bright it felt as if the sun had stooped close, engulfed Laurence. The light hurled him into the wall. Wait, the wall was gone. Obliviated. Laurence tumbled helplessly like a leaf in a riptide before finally landing. He skidded several yards before coming to a grinding halt. Dazed, Laurence tried to get up, but found himself trapped under debris. What was that? He looked around. The site of the building had been razed to the ground. Where is everyone? Did everyone get wiped out? Laurence felt panic rising in his chest. His hands fumbled for his radio. He found it and switched to the appropriate channel.
“Hello? This is Lieutenant Laurence. The building we just went to was rigged to explode. Requesting medical backup.”
The radio remained silent.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
“Hello? Medical, come in please!”
Laurence dropped the radio. Despair overcame him. Team status: unknown. Medical backup: unable to reach. Personal injuries: unknown. Status: trapped.
Laurence lay under the debris for hours, looking and listening for any sign of movement. He heard nothing. As night fell, his vision was reduced, melting what hope he had of being rescued. I’m going to die here. Laurence realized. He closed his eyes, hoping that they would at least find his body some day…
A bright light was shone in his face. Laurence winced at the light, trying to squeeze his eyes tighter against the assault of light. A hand was shaking him. He managed to open one eye and finally recognized the insignia on the man’s helmet - medical.
“Medical! Is my team alright?”
The man’s lips moved, but Laurence couldn’t hear him.
“What was that?”
Again, the man’s lips moved as if forming words, but no sound came out. The man moved his hands towards Laurence slowly.
“What’s going on? What are you doing?”
Laurence felt the man’s finger brush beneath his ear. When he brought his hand away, he held up his gloved finger for Laurence to see. Blood.
Blood, on his finger, from under my ear-
It was only then that Laurence realized that the explosion had deafened him.
Laurence started hyperventilating. Deaf? No. How will I fight? How will I be a soldier? Will I be discharged? No, no, no, I can’t be discharged! Out of the corner of his vision, he saw the man gesturing with his palms down in a “calm down” motion. Laurence couldn’t calm down. Being a soldier was his life. If it was taken from him…he didn’t know how he could go on living.
An oxygen mask was put over his face. He tried to fight it, not thinking clearly. Firm hands held him down as drugs were fed into his system. A tear rolled down Laurence’s face as his body stilled and his eyes closed.
I cannot believe how messed up this is.
How a certain citation can be both perfect and destructive at the same time.
I cannot believe why the obstacles for this are so many, that I can’t even consider following what my heart tells me to do.
A dream turned into a nightmare, that’s what this is.
Scrolling though social media today and found another person thanking everyone for their support and that they can live their dream everyday. I truly wonder what that feels like. To live a life you’re proud of. To look forward to going to work. To be happy to be alive. When I wake up in the morning the first thing I say is “Fuck”. Oh what I wouldn’t give to have a life like that. But I’m a failure. And failures don’t live happy lives.
The “press” is the calamity of the states, and the “crowd” the evil in the world.
Aging, sickness and death are suffering.
Loss, grief, and despair are suffering.
To lose what you love is suffering.
I didn’t want to share this art because ..
..Ikusaba is strange and ugly .I wanted to draw her and junko better than that .
this picture since 18/06/2019