#Indomitable spirit

[dinosaurwithablog]

Anne Frank was a remarkable person. She kept hope and love alive in her heart. She's an inspiration to me. If she can do that after all that she went through, we can all do it, too!!! She is the personification of indomitable spirit, and I love that!! ❤️

I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.

(Anne Frank)

[dinosaurwithablog]

I hope that you have as much fun as Snoopy is having!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎆 🎇 ✨️ 🎉 🎊

[env0writes]

A Gust of Wind Vol.3, 8.28.23 “Running on Empty"

Fish for something in the deeps That lurks, that lumbers, creeps Find that drive, or itch that moves you on Hold it tight before it’s gone Not a jock, all-star, yoked Hauling a team, lean or mean men, fiery stoked Passionate isolation Chosen social shun Somewhere inside is a light that will never go out Cry in the dark shout without doubt Solve every problem, resolve, once more–again Inhale slow, hold, exhale after a count to ten How far, high, much – is done with so little Such a simple tool, a body, so brittle I was too young for such a lesson From this challenge, I did not lesson Don’t harden at this empty gut Many a day’s you’ll find a rut Crawl in, stuck in, fallen too Such is struggles for dreams, pursue A car may run on fumes a while What distance, great, shall be your trial?

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[simplerpics]

Watch "REPROGRAMMING (YOUR MIND) EPISODE 3" on YouTube

You will get through it. As those before you have and as those after you will.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love this post because I am sending love and positivity to you all!! 🫂 you matter to me because I care about people. I've been through some really tough stuff, and I made it out to the other side. I know how hard things can be. I found that getting through the right times made me stronger, and I am happier from going through it all. I learned a lot. If you want someone to listen, I'm here. Please, do what you need to do and know that someone cares!! 🙏🏼 together, we can get through anything!! Your feelings are real and they matter. You matter 💜💜💜

[buzzkillgirls]

so. bad news. we have to keep going tomorrow. good news is that I’ll keep going with you

[vmkhoneyy]

“Oh how do you stay positive when the world is so awful how can you stay positive when our lives are falling apart-“ SPITE!!!!! ITS SPITE GODDAMN IT!!! REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE ANGRY AT THE WORLD AS A TEENAGER?? THAT KID WAS RIGHT AND YES IT FUCKING SUCKS AND NO, ITS NOT FAIR, SO YOU HAVE TO KEEP TRYING TO MAKE IT FAIR!!!!

[jjspina]

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Each year on St. Patrick’s Day we are all Irish. (Compliments of free photos from Wikipedia and Oip.) Here’s a little poem for this green day that I wrote several years ago and just updated. HAVE A HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY by Janice Spina We can cook up some fried fish. We can all wear green. While we eat a boiled dinner with corned beef very lean. Drink green beer and eat potato…

[dinosaurwithablog]

These words explain the way I am. I believe that you must keep the love and beauty alive within your soul. Then you win. No matter what. It takes great strength to do this, but it is very much worth the effort. The world can take a lot from you, but it can't take your spirit unless you let it. I will never let it do that to me. Ever. Indomitable spirit is a great quality!! 😁😍🙏🏼✌🏼

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

Iain Thomas

Little Molas Lake, near Silverton Co.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I'm taking a tranquilizer and going to bed. There is too much red on the map for me to deal with right now. My nerves are shot. Tonight, I'm gonna be saying my prayers... please, please, please... let kamala win. 🙏🏼 please , God, help us, please 🙏🏼 love, kindness, and acceptance are the answers. Those ideals are what's in my heart and are the basis for my existence. I don't know of any other way to be. It's who i am, through and through. Please, don't take that from us all. I don't know how to live with all the hate that the color red on the map implies. I'm having trouble breathing. It's time for bed.... No matter who wins, I will always be based on love, kindness, and acceptance. No one can take that away from me. I won't let them. It's who I am. It's who I choose to be. It's the right way to be. At least, I know that I will never change who I am and what I am. 🙏🏼💜😢 I can't do 4 more years of tyranny, hate, and injustice. Well, I can, but i don't want to. It offends my very being. I'm going to bed. 🙏🏼 no matter what, I'll deal with it as always. Please let there still be hope whence I awaken. 🙏🏼 🙏🏼 🙏🏼 I'm so tired of fighting for one nation, under god, with liberty and justice for all, but i will never stop fighting for that. I believe 🙏🏼 💜💜💜 always

Thank you to everyone who is sharing kindness, hope, and love with us all tonight. Bless you!! It is, definitely, needed. I needed it very much. Thank you 🫂🙏🏼💜💜💜

[archrries]

Humans cracking their knuckles as an intimidation tactic against aliens

Can you imagine being an alien and this thing just broke its bones at you?????

I'd be scared tbh

Why did it make that noise

That's a bone breaking noise

It's like those ppl who bite off their acrylics before a fight

[bixels]

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I watched the entire video!! She's phenomenal. A great gymnast and a great dancer, but what she can do with that ribbon is incredible!! When she threw the stick in the air the first time and the ribbon was still spinning, and then she did all those moves and caught it, i actually gasped out loud!!! I was hooked!! People can do the most amazing things!!! Seeing things like what this girl is doing makes me proud to be a part of the human race!! The indomitable spirit of the girl is inspiring. Bless her 😊 🙏🏼 😍

Oksana Skaldina Ribbon, 1990.

[paracosmic-gt]

I want to see the indomitable human spirit but instead of killing the alien they are offering a hand to help the alien from falling, the one hand they have left after dragging their injured body over to the edge of the cliff. Using the last of their energy to assist.

The indomitable human spirit is putting your body in the way to save a small creature or alien child from harm. Willingness to care combined with that willingness to die for the greater good.

The indomitable human spirit can be terrifying, but why don't we make it awe inspiring instead. An outstretched hand instead of a pointed gun or weapon.

[violentdevotion]

who's up horny and with grief in their heart

[dinosaurwithablog]

In 1970, I was 10 years old, yet I vividly remember what this poem recalls. I will never forget the images of that tribulation. This poem reminds me of the resilient nature of people and that we can overcome so much. In light of what's going on these days, it's a welcome reminder that we will be okay and we will prevail. The human spirit is indomitable!! Finding inspiration in such a reprehensible atrocity is the way to conquer, heal, and move forward. This poem is very sad and very beautiful all at the same time. It made me cry with grief and joy. It gave me hope 🙏🏼 thank you for that 🙏🏼 😊

ECHOES OF 70 {Biafra’s poem}

The year is 1970, oh! Biafra's wounds still fresh and raw.

From Kwashiorkor, we struggled to rebuild, yes, from ashes of war.

In Uli's airport, echoes of Ojukwu's voice bade farewell.

Yes, we bled, when Effiong sang the song.

Dodan Barracks echoed, a call to unity,

A dot too atomic to erase.

They watched us die, yet we multiplied.

The smell of akara and egusi wafted through the air,

Our coins chinking through our pockets.

As children played, laughter ringing, no signs of despair,

Not even one of weakness.

But in the shadows, whispers spread Of marginalization's sting.

A people's cry, a nation's plea, For justice, equality's wing.

Oh, '70, a year of hope, Yet struggles still unfold.

Our story weaves, a tapestry, Of strength, young and old.

We shall rise.