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That's how it feels every day./So fühlt es sich jeden Tag an.

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🌿🌼Back to this cutie My Dear Diary patch🌼🌿 The first time I ever tried making a double faced patch✌ * * * This cutie is still available, DM to get it or check it out on my shop(link in bio)! https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz1WvJHIVtA/?igshid=1u8naedqfidq

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Dear Diary  #1.7/2/2019

Today I stayed home all day. Yes. From morning until late evening. It’s currently 4:21pm. I doubt I will go bowling tonight. I don’t bowl but the boyfriend does. I usually sit with him and eat snacks while rummaging my online accounts, on my phone. It would be the highlight of my day, if I decide to go with him.  I was not planning on staying inside all day, I never plan when I do. I just lose any motivation on going anywhere. It doesn’t help that its hot outside and I only have $29.86 in the bank right now. My Netflix account is going to be charged this week and I’m pretty sure I forgot another bill. I won’t get paid until next week, so you see, why bother going anywhere today?  Usually a day at home is seen as relaxing and fun. I got some texts from the boyfriend saying he wishes he was home. We all say we want to be home when we are at work though. Maybe its just me, but I feel awful and gloomy. I opened up our curtains and let the sun shine in, but it didn’t help me feel any better. I was really hoping it would. I made 3 cups of coffee, hoping I could force the motivation on me and well, that didn't do much.  So here I am, writing, in hopes that this will cure my depression for the day. Perhaps, drawing will do the trick? I honestly hate feeling this way and I am sure I am not alone. But today, it feels so much like it. 

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When me and my colleagues created the character Bertha Wilson, we were challenged to go even deeper in our research in finding who she really is by creating a "vlog-like" content on Youtube, as if it was her telling her own story out to the world. "Dear Diary" is her introduction, as a 20 year old British girl that lives in the XIX century. Do you dare to listen to her story and find out what is her secret? 🙄 Every voice over that we used was done with my voice and I do hope my English accent doesn't scare you guys away xD bare in mind that there are a few images that have all rights reserved to the movie "The Tree of Life". We don't own those images as we only used them as archive for educational purposes 😉 LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3W1ZQ3ttQs&feature=youtu.be

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💝Teenage Discomfort patch in action🌼This time I'll spare you a sound effect, I was thinking about an audience's "ooohh" anyway 🌼

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Apparently a lot of people confuse their social media accounts for one of these... 😭😂😩 #mydeardiary #pettypost (at Dear Diary)

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God's Not Dead

My Dear Diary, 

        Tonight, I finally watched God's Not Dead. You know? That movie that came out back in March, and I was never able to see. I have to say, I may have underestimated it. Sure, I thought it would be a good, encouraging movie with great arguments as to why God is real from the perspective of an average college student. I wasn't expecting to be moved so emotionally. 

        Since I want to keep this post as spoiler free as possible, I'll just share my consequent thoughts and emotions. The latter being very raw right now, since I just finished watching it an hour ago. 

          Firstly, I wish I had such boldness. Boldness to speak out is an aspect with which I have, admittedly, been struggling. I feel as if I need to push out of my way in order to speak to someone, and then I suddenly close up again, feeling as if I didn't hear the Lord right. Maybe I'm not approaching this idea right. Maybe, just maybe, God has in mind who He wants to reach. What if, instead of trying in my own head and strength, thinking of cool situations which sound right in my head as to why that person is doing something, or is going through something, I simply listen to the Lord. Instead of making my own effort, I instead ask Him for strength, wisdom, and opportunity to be a light for Him. I feel like I talk so much about wanting to follow the leading of the Holy Spirit, but when it comes to actually doing it, all the noise inside my head blocks Him out. This is something I want to strive for. Walking boldly, expecting the Lord to speak to me and through me, instead of trying to stir up zeal in my own heart which only ends in self-condemnation because I didn't do anything with it. 

         Secondly, the aspect of leaving father, mother, brother, sister, husband, wife--any family behind for the sake of Christ hit me hard. Not that I don't feel willing, though in my heart I ask God to constantly keep me in this, I don't realize how it affects other people. I live in a Christian family. I grew up in a Christian household. My parents are supportive of my walk with Christ, and they encourage me to follow whatever path He's leading me. But, there are hundreds of thousands out there who don't have this. And the problem is, we view these converts' parents as horrible people with no feeling. The fact that their child is now Christian, in many cultures, is equivalent to them being dead. Furthermore, those parents must cast them out themselves. My heart goes out to them because they don't understand. They don't know the worthiness of Christ! However, those converts who stood in their faith despite this hard, hard trial--they stand as a testimony to Christ. Our prayer should immediately be that the parents of those brothers and sisters in the Lord would see the Lamb of God nailed to the Cross for them. Not just because He wants power, but He wants their hearts--He wants their hearts. And He wants them to give it to Him willingly. He would never forcefully take love. He is gentle, patient, merciful. My prayer is that He would touch them and open their eyes through the testimony of their children. 

         Thirdly, God has a purpose for us. To be honest, lately, I've been feeling the same as the pastor. I felt as if I go day in and day out without making an impact. I watch these movies and see those like Josh standing up to their professors for the sake of the Lord, and I want to do something like that. Something that allows God to have glory--to have opportunity to reach lives. And yet, as I go day by day, studying, writing papers, walking from building to building, I ask myself "What am I doing?". The Lord reminded me though, what seems insignificant to us, may be used greatly by Him. What's my purpose in studying? I don't know. Not now, anyway. I believe that I have great impact through prayers and intercession, because God is always listening, and He answers. But, I don't know what He's preparing me for. I have no idea, really, what things He has planned for me. But, I know whatever it is, I'm willing. Though my flesh is weak, and I complain half of the way, and sometimes I get distracted, my spirit is willing, and again, I will say "Here I am, Lord." 

To leave off, I'll finish with this verse, so often quoted, so little truly taken to heart:  For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.For as the heavens are higher than the earth,so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.~Isaiah 55:8-9 

Goodnight, 

Ailis C.

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Why does it feel like this every day? My outside is not my inside and vice versa. I carry so much pain and worry inside of me that there is actually no other way to pretend that everything is fine in order to protect everyone around me. I'm still so young and have had to go through so much. Things that will never heal, things I will never forget. Things that worry me every day and make me cry. I don’t even know what it’s like to live a “quiet” life. I don't know what it's like to just be happy for a few days. I'm afraid it will be like this forever. Because I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to be someone I can love back, but I find it so incredibly difficult. I hope you're watching over me mom!🕊️ And since you've been gone, everything has gotten much, much worse. Give me courage and confidence from above./

Wieso fühlt es sich jeden Tag so an. Mein Äußeres ist nicht mein innerliches und anders rum. Ich trage so viel leid und Sorgen in mir, das es eigentlich gar nicht anders möglich ist, so zu tun, als wäre alles gut, um alle in meiner Umgebung zu schützen. Ich bin noch so jung und musste schon so viel durch machen. Sachen, die nie wieder heilen, Dinge die ich niemals vergessen werden. Sachen, die mir tagtäglich Sorgen machen und zum weinen bringen. Ich weiß gar nicht, wie es ist ein „ruhiges“ Leben zu haben. Ich weiß nicht wie es ist, paar Tage einfach glücklich zu sein. Ich habe Angst, das es für immer so sein wird. Denn ich will nicht mehr so sein. Ich möchte jemand sein, den ich auch lieben kann, aber es fällt mir so unglaublich schwer. Ich hoffe, du passt oben auf mich auf Mama!🕊️ Und seitdem du weg bist, ist alles noch viel viel schlimmer. Gib mir von da oben Mut und Zuversicht.

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❀ Teenage Discomfort (My Dear Diary) hand embroidered patch! ❀

Teenage years are a big deal in the life of most of us, is the time of big confused feelings, rage, fear of the future, changes, dreams... and discomfort. I used to write millions of pages in my many diaries myself and if I ever should read them again I would find a lot of it! ❀

I made this patch is to celebrate that time of the life, in a perspective of a kid who played with her very precious digital secret diary in her room.❀

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June 29.

There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

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Da Vinci's Demons!

Profilimi Da Vinci's Demons ile doldurdum çünkü daha yeni izledim! İlk çıktığında başlamayı düşünüp vazgeçmiştim sonra başlarım diye. Bşr bakıma iyi çünkü kafayı yiyebilirdim izlerken! Şimdi beklemek de öyle olacak! My dear Leo and Girolamo! I love both of you! My babies. :')