#love with your life

[choosejoyangel]

Eres un regalo de Dios

There is not anything 

That my hands are made weak 

When I have the fortitude 

Of a King 

Jesus Christ, our Lord 

And a sweet angel 

For whom I adore 

The redolence of salt and light 

Pay no mind to the palaver 

And the judgment of those 

Who carry stones 

With cracks in their windows 

You are full of grace 

A gift from Above 

You are everything 

My heart smiles from a rainbow 

And eyes of Biscayne Bay 

Glittering every seascape and air 🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽🌺🫶🏽 Happy Birthday, Mister Raúl Esparza! :) You may or may not see this, but I pray that you do. Thank you for being an inspiration to me and many other souls out there who look up to you as a role model. Thank you for inspiring us to believe that we can be who we are meant to be if we choose to believe in our dreams. I am never giving up on the life I have been blessed with. You help keep me going. Someday, I pray to meet you. You deserve the love, the hugs, and the gratitude. May all of your hopes and dreams continue to come true. I hope you get to spend the day with the people who make you happy. You are the American Dream. I love you. Thank you. :) 🌺 🫶🏽 With love, Vanessa 🤟🏽

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[becomingthatgirl111]

be aware of what you consume:

the energy of others: surround yourself with positive people and avoid those who drain you.

the videos you watch: select content that inspires, educates or entertains you in a healthy way.

what you read: look for reliable sources and material that enriches you intellectually.

who you follow: follow people who inspire and challenge you to grow.

what you scroll through on social media: avoid negative content and look for something that motivates you or makes you feel good.

the news: look for objective sources of information and avoid information overload.

highlights of others: compare less and celebrate more the achievements of others.

the advice you listen to: evaluate advice according to your criteria and needs.

source: @zamirasaba

[phantom-kiwi]

Venom 3 spoiler warning but like

"Ride me cowboy", "we've been together for a year?", "Sometimes I think we would've been happier you and I living a life like this", them calling each other Thelma and Louise? Them talking about future plans and the camera directly cutting and staying on literal happy newlyweds?? "BUT I NEED HIM BACK" ???? A montage of their time together???? Hello ??? Symbrock nation can you hear me !!!!

[vriendenboekjes]

cut it out with till death do us part. i will find you in this life and reality and the next one and the next one and the next one

[sunlitsoil]

there is always tomorrow

[w-intent]

[iwasbored777]

Me when Logan was about to walk away in the end and Wade was like "Logan 🥺" and that's all it took for him to stay... Y'all I can't they love each other so much 😭

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Soulmates in different genres <3

Jack Desmond is the silly guy. Gavriel Huffman is the scary guy. They come from different worlds that has contrasting genres, one more cartoonishly comedic and the other much dramatically darker.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[evilkaeya]

Clears Throat. Hello Everyone. I made this presentation instead of working.

[kimeoshi]

Corrupted Ratio for Twitter! Reached 2k followers and he won in a prompt game

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