#don’t wait

[gqandw]

[felineandhustle]

[opalstream]

Affirmation

Divine Mother

I have heard Thy voice whispering in the fragrance of the rose.

I touched Thy tenderness in the softness of the lily.

In the whispers of my devotion, it was Thy love that answered.

Find the Eternal Friend Now

If God is seeking anything, it is our love. He knocks at every heart and asks us to come unto Him, but most persons don’t want to go. Yet when they get into trouble or become sick, they are quick to call for Him. He who makes friends with the Lord while he is prosperous and happy will always find God near when he needs Him. But he who procrastinates in forming that relationship will have to fight his tests alone until, through wisdom and unconditional surrender, he finds the Eternal Friend.

-Paramahansa Yogananda SRF Magazine Fall 1970 p 3

-Affirmation, Metaphysical Meditations p 10

*Why wait to feel the healing power of the presence of God? Divine joy, love, and peace are blessings in both good and bad times. Build God awareness day by day so that when trials come, that expansive power of Spirit will be available when you most need it. OmLove, Annie

*Learn to Meditate through Home Study - Share this with your friends who might like to learn:

https://yogananda.org/lessons

[epitome-of-unease]

My friend died this week.

I came on here after so long to try and find his old blog but I can’t seem to find it.

I realize all my old posts are about wanting to die and being sad, but I just want to say that life is precious. Life may not always be what you hoped for, and I don’t know what anyone else is going through, but there will always be someone you leave behind. It doesn’t matter who you are. There will always be someone who wishes you were still around.

My friend was a wonderful person and he left us all behind. The happiness he brought us will remain forever, but we can only keep what we already have, we can no longer create new memories with him.

He’s gone.

We can’t tell him how much we’ll miss him. We can’t tell him how wonderful his presence is. We can’t tell him how much we will cherish every minute that we got to spend with him.

I can’t express how important your life is. It doesn’t matter how much you hate yourself or hate the world, there are things worth living for. Someone loves you, someone will miss you, someone appreciates you. Please don’t leave them behind.

I hope that you can find the time to cherish the relationships you have with others. You can reach out to people. You can ask someone how they’re doing. You can tell someone you appreciate the time you’ve spent together. You can reconnect with old friends. You can keep telling yourself that you have all the time in the world. You’ll talk to them again someday. You’ll bump into each other somewhere and chat. Stop waiting.

Your childhood friends will die someday.

Don’t let them die without reminding them how much they mean to you. Don’t let them feel forgotten. Don’t wait. Reach out now before it’s too late. Tell them you appreciate their existence and all the adventures you went on together. Tell them you remember all the fun you had. Tell them how important they are.

The last time I saw my friend was 5 years ago when I casually bumped into him at the store at 2am. Now he’s dead. I can’t talk to him now. I can’t say hi. I can’t reach out. I have to just accept that I let all my friendships slip away while I secluded myself. I am so full of regret and I can’t do anything about it. All I can do is reach out to the rest of my friend group, trying to correct my mistakes before they’re gone too.

Please reach out to the people you cherish. And please don’t leave those that you cherish behind.

[poeticpieceofgarbage]

Don’t Wait

l'II wait 'till tomorrow, or at least that's what I always say.

My laundry is pilling up and my kitchen is a wreck,

but tomorrow never comes.

I wait and wait, sometimes until the sun comes up, and still there is no tomorrow.

I check my calendar every morning, just to see that it's only today, but I could have sworn it said that yesterday.

But that was then, and this is now-and I’m not cleaning this mess until tomorrow.

The smell of rotten food smothers me until tears stream from my eyes. I walked away, and the sticky floor pulled at the skin on my feet.

I used my last clean bowl for reheated takeout that I probably should have thrown out days ago,

if only the garbage can wasn't so damn full.

I sat at the table with my bowl of distractions when a fly rested on my hand, and I sat there and watched it.

I am so tired of this disaster, of the stains covering the floor and the grime covering the countertops,

and I can't stand these flies.

But what use is it to shoo the fly away if another will just take its place?

what use is it to kill the flies if the mess will still attract more?

And what use is there to focus on any of this at all if I'm still not cleaning until tomorrow.

I placed my bowl atop the towering pile of dishes in my sink, stripped from my clothes, and added them to my mountain of laundry. I scavenged for whatever rags I could throw together and wear to sleep.

But as I looked around me, I began to realize what I had done. It started so simple, I put off one day of chores, and then a weekend, and then it became a month and counting.

At some point, it became too much to take on, and the idea of cleaning the mess seemed impossible.

The mess had piled up so high it would take days to clean,

and right then I promised myself that I will start working on it,

tomorrow.

[luxury-nightmare]

Odysseus: Penelope I am not the same person you fell in love with, I have done terrible things to get home. I understand if you can’t accept the monstrous things I have done-

Penelope: cool, could you please move this wedding bed

Odysseus: what, no!

Penelope: that’s my husband

Odysseus: Penelope I have killed so many

Penelope: I don’t give a shit

Odysseus: I sacrificed my crew-

Penelope: And I would’ve done the same

Odysseus: I am covered in the blood of the suitors

Penelope: and you look fantastic

Odysseus: I TORTURED A GOD ON HIS OWN WEAPON

Penelope: and that was incredibly sexy of you

[kazodus]

came to me in a dream

[sirazaroff]

I dedicate this post to the funniest beef ever

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[xthe-moonletx]

“You mean, like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath a canopy

they look into each other’s eyes

and realize they were made for each other.”

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Here’s a revamp of a piece I drew about a year ago, now fully rendered and refreshed! It’s a spin-off of Pierre Aguste Cott’s The Storm that I thought fit the ineffables perfectly :)

[st-hedge]

I hadn’t drawn the house of hades boys in years! Curse me! This isn’t exactly a remake of an old painting but it’s in the vibe of how I used to draw them all the time. Poetic and stealing kisses

[themillsdaughter]

knowing Rio despises ghosts and seeing as Agatha is now one… oh she’s tormenting the shit out of her, my girl won’t know a minute of peace

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[slowparty808]

The 81,8 --- Sinclair is an illusion

KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE

Summary: Yo-yo's sister gets dragged into the Three Stooges mess when they come to her grandma house running from trouble.

Warnings: none

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Ressee loved to sleep. It was one of the only times she ever truly felt peace. So naturally she hated whenever something or someone woke her up. It always made her heart beat a mile a minute and feel slightly confused.

When Ressee fell asleep tonight she was, once again, at peace. She had been sleeping good when she heard knocking on her window. She sat up quickly, heart racing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

The knocking came again. Ressee hopped out of bed making her way towards the window. She looked out to see her sister, Slick Charles, and Fontaine outside. All three looked like they had seen a ghost.

She quickly ushered them in. Watching as they all climbed in the window one by one, she looked out to make sure the coast was clear and then she closed it back.

"When y'all change the locks on the front door?" Yo yo whispered.

"This morning." Ressee told her as she handed her the new key. "But what the fuck y'all got going on?"

Ressee looked the three up and down, making sure to glare at Slick Charles.

"Fuck you looking at me like that for?"

"I can look at you however I wanna look at you."

"Nah, you mother-"

"Both of yall shut up before you wake up Grandmama!" Yo yo whisper shouted to the two bickering idiots. Slick Charles and her sister always have had problems with each other. For good reason too, but now wasn't the time for them to argue.

"Fuck what they talking bout, when we going back to that underground lab?" Fontaine asked, anxious to get back to the lab he saw himself dead in.

"In the morning, Taine. We gotta lay low for the rest of the night."

Ressee looked at her sister like she was crazy.

"Underground lab? Y'all niggas high?"

"This don't pertain to your Kermit The Frog as-"

"Shut the fuck up Limp Di-"

"Both of you shut up! Look the underground lab is a lab underground that we got to through a secret elevator in a house and it had a buncha weird powdery shit that made us laugh and a weird looking white black man and a dead Fontaine who really isn't Fontaine because Fontaine is right here with us!" Yo yo rambled off, her shoulders sagging in relief when she was finished.

Ressee looked at the two men to see if they believed anything her sister had just said just to see they were already looking at her expectantly. She sighed. She wanted to believe that this was some coked up idea Slick Charles and Yo yo had come up with, but Fontaine didn't look high. His eyes were just slightly wide. So everything her sister said must've been somewhat true. It was just so hard to belive though.

"First of all, what is a white black man?"

"After everything she just told you, that's your first question?" Slick shook his head in disbelief.

"He was white but had an afro." Yo yo said while eyeing Fontaine who had started pacing the floor.

"I'm Fontaine. I ain't dead."

The night's events still had him on edge. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute.

"Taine chill. We'll go back in the morning to check it out." Yo yo lead him towards the bed. Ressee was going to protest him sleeping in her bed, but decided against it. He needed it more than her if she was to believe their tale.

"I'll go with y'all. Ya know, to make sure."

All three of them looked up at her.

"Yea the more the merrier." Slick grumbled and she rolled her eyes at him.

End of part 1

Part 2 coming soon🙃