I vent to the void and it laughs and cries with me
I wanted to be a book character when I grew up, so here we are. Both sorrow and joy are old friends... I often feel lonely, but I never feel alone, and I live every color in every day that I can. My brain is an annoying roommate with a double life. Lights, camera, action.
Has everyone seen this Nightwing and Red Robin short? Please everyone watch this Nightwing and Red Robin short. Tim's little grin. Dick's scorecard and Tim's pout. Dick tugging Tim's cape. This is everything.
does anyone else have a half-broken heart? Like, the half that isn't yours?
How do I mourn a love I didn't share? Where are the poems for the wordless misery of ducking behind the paper towel display to avoid someone you didn't love back?
The aching guilt of wishing that you did, the frustration of being caught in something you didn't want, the anger at how unfair it all is?
Why doesn't anyone warn you how the echo in your head goes on for so long...
"I've been in love with you for the last six months."
and the words "I'm sorry" are poisoned to you for days afterwards, petty and weak and inadequate and useless, and when you see them at work a year later your breathing still goes wrong and your stomach gets tight and everything's closing in and nothing is safe and you hate it hate it because you cared about them, you still do, the memories still make you smile, they didn't do anything wrong, it's you that must be wrong somehow and what if this means you don't deserve being loved back someday because how could you, but you couldn't help it and what do you do
I love you too
Just not
Like
That
I don't know what to do
And sometimes at night under your pillow where your best friend can't talk you down, you try to imagine loving them back and can't, it's all wrong, I'm sorry I'm sorry
And your brother says I talked to him and he's fine and he's over it and you need to stop thinking about it
And you have
Mostly
But sometimes
On a bus
Or waiting in a line
You remember and you hate it and you want to know why...
Maybe someday we'll both be okay
Just not together
Far away
Where I can't hurt you and you won't remember me
And I'll hear a song about the quiet sorrow of being the one who had to break someone else's heart, and I'll be able to smile and go on with my day
Maybe someday
I will be able to let go of your half of a broken heart.
Will you look past the quips and laughter and see cracks in my green marble eyes
Will you reach into the dark and pull me out
Teach me why each tear I shed alone mattered
Show me all the matching scars you have, and then grip my shoulders in your big square hands and swear to me, "Look. Look at me. I did. Not. Break."
Kiss all the pieces of my jagged breaths and please please kill the black smile that says Cruelty is a Fate, not a Choice...
I am in a little cell with my panic and pain, and I want to be rescued, but the dragon said that there weren't any knights left, and I don't know what is true
Are you true, love
I have all the world, singing, green and alive in my chest, but what if I am the last awake, and there is no one to give it to so that my world lives
Don't give up
Don't stop trying
But I am tired...
But if there is a knight, then so is he. Fight for him, if you can no longer fight for me.
You say that you are Catholic. No where in the Bible do they encourage the veneration of saints. That is a form of idolatry and therefore is NOT Christian.
Luke 20:36-38
God is God of the living; the saints are more alive than we are because they are united to Him in Heaven.
(And as for the "skip the saints, talk straight to God" argument, it can be applied to those on earth, so why is it socially acceptable to ask an earthly friend to pray for you but not a heavenly one?)
James 5:16
The prayers of the righteous are powerful; my brothers and sisters who have gone before me are definitely more righteous than I am, since they are united to God, Who is the Source of all righteousness.
1 Corinthians 12:21
One part of the body can't reject another; same with the Body of Christ. Salvation is a family affair. If we don't pray for, and help, and encourage each other, then no one is gonna succeed.
1 Timothy 2:1-4
St. Paul says to pray for each other, and talks about why it's a good idea.
Hebrews 12:1
We are constantly surrounded by the saints, they are praying for us and encouraging us, even if we can't see or hear them.
Also;
Like, a lot of the Book of Revelation.
I could go on, but you get the gist...
Look, I Googled this list, and then checked it with my Bible. If you're a Christian, then go do your research. If you're not, then at least look up the answer to your question before you challenge someone on something.
Idk, I just feel like the amount of times that people on this site have asked me a "tough question" and then I was like "doot doo doo, just gonna look up some articles to refresh mah memory".....like, guys. You can look up articles too, it's really interesting.
I hope these QnA thingies are learning opportunities for not just me!
A couple minutes ago, I tried to open a pickle jar. After several tries, my wrists were starting to hurt and I wasn't getting anywhere, so I took it over to one of my guy friends, made the smol kitten face, and said "please open my pickle jar for me?"
He tried, and it wasn't working.
Then he said "ok, I'll grab the lid and you grab the jar and we'll both try." And it worked.
It wasn't about girlbossing, it wasn't about competition, or sex wars, or propping up egos, or anything like that.
We just teamed up for the sake of success. And then I ate a pickle. End of story.
You know, it's fitting that the word "kink" is used in the sense that it is.
A kink is a torque in something, a twist that mutilates and corrupts the original form, making it useless for it's intended purpose. It is almost impossible to completely smooth out.
An MHA and Promised Neverland crossover gone horribly wrong
Because come on guys, Izuku is brilliant, they'd be distilling that shit
Edit: I showed this post to my friend, and she goes "what do you think they would do with Bakugou 😳.....he'd be FIREWATER- nah, wait, they'd be shooting that stuff up"
and long story short, concentrated Kacchan is apparently monster cocaine and I know how we got here, but still, what the actual frick-
Lemme tell you, nothing can match the POWER of the last scene of the Chosen--
Yeshua starts walking, and it's just His Eema behind Him, because she was the first to believe in Him,
James and John take their places with Him--John, on His right, the disciple whom He loved, and both of them there in an earthly representation of their request to have seats on His right and left,
He looks at each of the other disciples, and Judas, who is looking out from behind another and drawing closer but still far back, almost as if he is being revealed--as he will be revealed as something else later on,
And then, slowly, Yeshua ascends the white stairs, rising above the others, leading the way forward--
And opening the veil.
He allows the world to see Him, showing Himself to those who had not known Him. A symbolic representation of the next, greater veil which He will throw open.
The world kneels down, and listens.
And He sees them all, and looks at them with love.