whatrorenis.

truth

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ehhhhehehe

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its funny…

We write always within the context of time because we have to. From language, the laws of physics and the stars and galaxies, as grand as they are, all bound to time. Time was created when words were spoken. And the one who spoke was, is, and will always be Our God - the One who exists outside of the realm of time. He has created time and holds all things within and without all things bound by time. How GREAT is our God?

Just as it is difficult to imagine nothingness, equally it is difficult to imagine timelessness. Here is our humanity - take it humbly. 

everytime man, every time. 

especially when i gotta get to my pokecenter. goodness. 

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omg

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idea draft.

To her, all stories were important. She kept them close, pocketed away in the ever-cluttered bookshelves of her heart. Some were fantastical and others so sorrowful, but always important enough to earn a place next to another with a worn down and ever so loved cover. Each of them, pieces of her whole self, but never exactly whole. They were all like flashes of light to her - some bright and some dull, but all light nonetheless. Every page reminded her of what she loved and hated and in-betweened about this life. There she would escape for moments, but only to be greeted once again by the last page. Endings, she wondered, endings. 

And every time she wondered this, her eyes would glance nervously over to that strange book in the middle of the room. The one with no back cover. It was a story that always felt too real, too dangerous, too mysterious, too hurtful to get close to. It sat alone. Far apart from all of the other dear books. Never loved so close to feel the tears of the trembling hands that held them; never so near to see the sly smiles she gave to the characters within; never so warm from the breath of one fully fallen into the beautiful disarray of twenty six letters pain-ted on a simple canvas. 

Because, you see. It is hers.

And she is afraid. 

Revelation

miyajoo:

angelajeong:

Freedom is not necessarily measured by sinlessness but rather shamelessness.

YES!!!!!

ooh. this is good. 

abed gets me. 

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vodkacupcakes:

:c

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tiny confession: i am terrified to belong.