#love and joy renewed
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websurfingspider · 6 months ago
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Me when anyone asks: Yeah I just prefer being alone all the time it doesn't bother me
Me when I did a Social Thing (and had both time to prepare beforehand and recovery time afterward): Holy shit I feel ALIVE, I wanna DO THINGS, get back on my art get back into music writing FUCK life is good
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848ellie · 3 months ago
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Sin all week. Repent on Sunday 🙏
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avizou · 2 years ago
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bloody red flamin' up — for @rumue ❣️
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joeeatsdvds · 16 days ago
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back at it again at the saotome school of anything goes martial arts!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 years ago
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is there any name you go by? because saying poorly drawn mdzs every time is a mouthful ngl
(you're so cool btw your blog sparks joy)
I do, but nobody uses it. People have been coming up with funnier and more creative names, so I’m leaving it up to the whims of the people. I have a list that grows everyday.
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we-love-you-jesus · 2 months ago
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Prayer of Praise and Renewal
Loving Father,
I praise You, Lord, for the new beginnings You grant us each day. Your mercy and steadfast love renew each morning, breathing life and hope into every weary heart. Thank You, God, for Your faithfulness that holds us firm even when we wander, when we question, or when we struggle.
You are the healer of our innermost wounds, the balm for every hurt we carry. Forgive us when we keep our hurts hidden, allowing the enemy to stir up doubt, fear, and shame. Release us, Lord, and fill our hearts with Your healing touch.
Teach us to forgive as You have forgiven us—openly, freely, and fully. Help us let go of bitterness, guilt, and regret, replacing them with grace, both for ourselves and for others.
You are our unwavering rock, our steadfast peace in the storms of this world. We put our complete trust in You, knowing You are always by our side, pouring out the peace we so deeply seek.
Thank You for being all that we need, today and forever.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
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kismetconstellations · 2 years ago
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Little Barlyle Things That Haunt Me
- How Phineas is the only person calling for Phillip during the fire at the Barnum Museum, and the growing panic in his voice and fear in his eyes when he realizes that Phillip isn’t coming back out of the museum on his own. 
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- “They come to see you.” Despite the stands being filled to capacity for the Oddities’ and Anne and W.D.’s performance of “This Is Me”, where Phineas was completely absent. 
- That Phineas manhandling Phillip is such an innate part of their dynamic, it bled over into Hugh and Zac’s interactions behind the scenes. 
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- Phineas needing to straddle Phillip, essentially draping his entire body over him, in order to affirm for himself that Phillip is still breathing. 
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- Everything about this:
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casimirt · 1 year ago
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Love.
What is this feeling?
I can't even begin to define it
But I'll try to describe it
A tingling at the base of my skull
Butterflies swarm inside my stomach
Heat rising in my neck, my face
Pressure in my chest
My hands feel numb
But I want to run
To race, to move, to shout
I want to claw at the walls, or my skin
I can't get this feeling out
Do I scream?
What is this feeling?
Is it- love?
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godblooded · 10 months ago
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if you write a greek muse, meanwhile, i am kissing you on the forehead with enthusiasm and thanking you for your contribution.
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freakazoidvoid · 1 year ago
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NO NOT MY GAY PIRATES.FUCK 😭
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exuberantoctopus · 1 year ago
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#alright might delete this later because I avoid discourse for the most part#so#while I feel a lot of things this season would have worked better with some more breathing room#I’m happy with all the story beats they chose to play this season#i saw a take that was basically ‘Izzy mirrored Ed’s relationship to the toxic masculinity of the pirating world’#’he was tormented by it in the first season and then in the second it softened and died’#and I think that works pretty well symbolically#a lot of people are trying to analyze the show as if these are real people being put through real things#when at they end of the day they are characters representing symbols and ideas and pieces of real people#basically I’ve seen a few people saying that Izzy’s death negates the theme of this show being queer love and joy#and that really annoyed me because I don’t think it’s true#and I think in a show with so many queer characters you can give them room to explore one dying#I feel like if we’d had more time it could have been more nuanced and we could have seen more of the characters reactions#but we had 4hrs total of television this season#and they had so much story they wanted to tell#and I feel like they also wanted to make sure things were resolved in case they didn’t get renewed#and that means they had to put in the beats they felt were most important#without a lot of room to breathe between those beats#so in conclusion i liked this season#i really wish we had more of it#but I appreciate what we have#and I hope we get a s3
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umbratticalksp · 1 year ago
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You can review the cause and effect, logically, naturally, and emotionally, and relive (finally) that it was and is not your fault. Your right is to live, sometimes learn, breathe, and feel joy. Problems and places, pain, does not define you. This is good for everyone. 🩷💘💕✨✨ Live free, and be loved. 🌄💕✨
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Inspirational Moment
We are ready to embrace renewed energy, to get up with purpose and momentum to achieve success throughout the day
NDC❤️🙏🏾❤️
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wickedzeevyln · 3 months ago
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Starting Line
I woke up this morning ever thankful that I am still waking up the way I woke up for the last few decades. I am thankful that I am surrounded by people that I love and where I draw inspiration from. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for my friends. I am thankful for everyone. I am thankful for the many blessings which I could not count. I am thankful that despite the inclement weather…
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katieslittlethoughts · 4 months ago
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to those who stayed, who understand, who love
we must emerge from the darkness ourselves, but it’s the extended hands that remind us we can
I once walked around with my beating heart in my hands. For a time, I thought that if I just poured into everyone I loved, my love would be felt in every moment; it could be the anchor for those I loved so they wouldn’t float out to sea; for a time that was what mattered most.
But ripping your heart out of your chest and placing it in the hands of others—without discernment—leaves a cavity where your heart once beat, in your own chest.
My legs went numb. My cells starved for oxygen. My heart, once pink and beating, now withered, battered, and browned. And my mind… well my mind blamed love for my pain. It was a dire misattribution, but one I’m ultimately glad for.
In its desperation to preserve, my mind reclaimed my heart, nursing it back to health. My legs found its feeling once more, my cells were replenished, and my heart had returned to its soft pink, and strong beat.
But my mind, oh my poor, weary mind, my mind didn’t forget.
You see, it was angry. It was angry I had been so close to death. It was angry that while I had poured into so many others, I had been rotting. Anger exploded all around. And here’s the bitter truth: anger for caring about others at your own expense is much more complicated than directing your anger at everything, everyone, indiscriminately, forgetting the original catalyst.
Each day became a delicate calculation: never caring more than the other, hardening myself against the world, always an attempt not to let myself love until there was nothing left.
Distrust in others was decided to be the only option. And so I learned to be distrusting. Distrusting others with my love, my thoughts, distrusting others in their capacity to understand—distrusting everyone without discernment, just as I had once loved. The distrust permeated each interaction, each moment, each breath.
I no longer believed my love stood a chance against the harsh realities. I no longer believed my love could be the tether that held the people I loved in this world. I no longer believed in daybreak. I no longer believed in anything at all.
I locked away my heart, resigned to never again be so close… so close to being nothing at all. My mind made a promise: never again.
My heart, now buried under layers of defense, each one, only a reminder of the pain, the loss, the neglect. This fragile ember, only faintly glowing, was carefully guarded, shielded away from harshness, but still yearning to love.
But my mind, oh my protective, loving mind, refused its most longing desire. I led with my anger, my negativity, my pain. Decidedly, those were the only things I trusted to keep me safe. If I covered myself with enough thorns, enough darkness, enough scars, I could mask my vulnerability and shield myself away; I convinced myself I no longer felt any pain. I built a wall of stone, to keep everyone away. Everyone was just a threat, a threat to my livelihood, a threat to my soul. My bitter soul dared all those willing to approach; they would bleed before they even got close.
And so, my love was shielded away, forced to hide. My heart withered away once more, despondent, convinced it no longer served a purpose. How foolish was I to forget I could love myself?
Love isn’t pain. Love isn’t a thing to fear. Love wasn’t what almost destroyed me… it was its lack that nearly took me away. Not the lack from others, no, we aren’t batteries powered by the love of others. It was the lack of love for myself that nearly brought me to my end.
As my heart emerged from beneath my mind’s defense, it shed its protective shells. Each layer, a remnant, a reminder, of pain, of loss, gradually fell away. The jagged thorns and heavy bricks were let go, replaced with gentler defenses, defenses that allowed the light to seep through.
Gradually, my heart urged my mind to open itself to love, to beauty, to joy. The first glimmers of light, pierced through distrust, gently revealed a scene I had mistakenly feared. The scene that was revealed was nothing at all like what I had feared: the fields were lush, the flowers in bloom, the sun cast its golden light across each corner, I could see it all so clearly now. A picture of light painted to rival the darkness, the darkness I was convinced would keep me safe. The golden rays began to warm the coldest corners of my soul, welcoming back its vulnerability. The air, filled with the scent of fresh earth and blossoms, all a gentle reminder of the warmth and life that had waited patiently beneath the surface, waiting on my cue to emerge. As the darkness receded, hope offered a bridge from the pain of the past, to the promise and possibilities of tomorrow.
I hope you won’t find it strange, but I’m grateful for the darkness. In the depths of my pain, in the darkness, I had found love for myself—a love I now know to be a strength, not a weakness. The world is not vile, the leaves don’t shake with ill-intentions, but at times, we must await the regrowth. The rain comes and it goes, the same way people do. Mold grows, apples rot, trees die, rain falls. But the clouds don’t envelope all landscapes limitlessly, we just have to be willing to leave, to move on, to find the sunshine, to find where we belong.
To those who stayed, to those who waited, to those who understand, thank you. My heart is now strong, my mind no longer distrustful, and my soul no longer bitter. Much awaits, and there is much to be seen. Thank you for staying by my side and extending your hand when I was ready. I’m alive because you loved.
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vanzthekittykat · 1 year ago
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WHY DID I START CRYING WHEN I SAW THIS
Pirate Daddy bringing us wholesome messaging and a hopeful outlook for OFMD to be picked up by another platform??? Happy Saturday, my loves!
Plus, we're his friends 😭😭😭
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