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officialyourdailyinspiration · 7 months

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Habakkuk's Complaint

Therefore the law is ineffective, / And justice never goes forth; / For the wicked one encompasses the righteous one, / Therefore justice goes forth perverted. — Habakkuk 1:4 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Psalm 22:12; Psalm 58:1-2; Psalm 119:126; Isaiah 1:21; Isaiah 5:20; Isaiah 59:12

#law #paralyzed #justice perverted #wicked men #surround #righteous one #Habakkuk 1:4 #Book of Habakkuk #Old Testament #REC #Recovery Version #Holy BIble #Living Stream Ministry

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hoaxghost · 10 months

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They're both so insane for different reasons but it results in the same outcome

#oncoming rambles in tags sorry #Curser wants to be an angel so badly that she despises other angels she deems as unworthy #stealing angel skin for her larping outfit and swearing to enact her twisted version of justice #like shes only a demon so her idea of whats good and wrong is based upon all she was taught in hell #where it prioritizes avoiding sin rather than committing good actions #so she is hyperfocused on punishing those she deems as sinners according to her ethical code.#And Zip is fascinated by concepts of pain and physical attraction which angels are unable to experience #And so often those sensations are associated with sin so it feel closer to it #It dons demon skin garb #my ocs #angel oc #file recovery

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girlbossblog444 · 1 month

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Never share your insecurities online, ever

xoxo🎀

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becomingthedreamversionofme · 1 year

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positiveupwardspiral · 4 months

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Every day I pray to be the very best version of myself, that I shine more brightly by the day, and I operate not half dim, but full wattage.

~Alicia Keys

#shine #brightly #intention #affirmation #best version #Alicia Keys #positive #upward spiral #quote #life quotes #healing #recovery #inspiring quotes #inspirational quotes #positive thinking #mindful #mindfulness

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incompleteninny · 1 year

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The seventy-third free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).

An earthquake shakes the room: another of Barclay's feet crashing down.

Waylon's body won't move, though.

He stares out at the man, suspended within the core of his own mind. Blank, placid, empty, and weak. Not even enough strength to spur a thought.

"Where's Avery?" Barclay asks, his voice an iceberg cutting through stone.

Fear pulses once in Waylon's chest. Thoughts surge. A landslide tumbling through his mind — alongside his disembodied form. They pepper him: chunking pieces away until only an abstract sphere remains. Devoid of feeling, yet full of questions. Why aren't I moving? Am I— am I okay? Am I just going to stand here and let him catch me?

Barclay cracks his other set of knuckles. "Staying quiet, huh? If she's hurt... Well, it's not going to be good for you."

No.

It's an answer that burns in his stomach. Guttural, desperate, and not his own. It sets his chest aflame and straightens his cowering spine. Physical sensations that he recognizes, but where's the feeling? The emotions?

No, this can't be it. Not yet.

Barclay nearly shatters the earth between them with the fall of another boot. "I recommend you don't resist."

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The final print version will have art inserts. Last week, I got a new one in from Stella. I love it and what to share it (go look at her other art after, too). This depicts the end of chapter 33, “A Pillar”

#I had surgery two weeks ago and this piece coming in was so welcome #Stella blows me away every time #still tired from recovery but spiced orange tofu will see me through this #book tags too #queer lit #queer author #big feelings #gay protagonists #every character is going to end up queer in the final version I can feel it #fight me about it #oh found family too #tw: depression

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sage-writes-n-coins-mogai · 2 months

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WOW my teeth have never been whiter and I don’t even brush them daily like I’m “supposed to”!

#sage is getting personal #depression recovery #mental health #what’s the /pos version of a vent?#happy vent

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figureofdismay · 1 month

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G-d it's really 3 different times that mulder has almost certainly had to launch protracted 'getting scully to eat' campaigns, after her abduction when she was 'maintained' who knows how for 3 months and had to get back on her feet, with the cancer and treatments and recovery 2 years later and again with the gut shot 2 years after that. How many times do you think he sat by her bed and tried to distract her while she struggled through a protein drink? Did the 'oh I just accidentally made too many sandwiches or pieces of toast or they put in extra fries or "free" dumplings maybe you'll take these off my hands' or planted them in a diner until she ate some soup and crackers or a plate of scrambled eggs or a milkshake while trying not to seem to insist too much, ie enough to trigger an "I'm fine" and a stalking off. No wonder he's hung up on the non-fat yogurt cups and salads with a teaspoon of dressing after multiple times of joining in to will her back from half starvation in order to get her strong enough to recover from near death experiences. Like, we have done this when it was unavoidable due to miserable circumstances, why are you doing it yourself on purpose?? 😥

Though perhaps that's a reason for her, the familiarity of completely utilitarian food that's always 'safe.'

#txf #msr #tw disordered eating #character theory: scully #i have both sensory issues with food and history with an eating disorder so it's an aspect that stands out for me #but it's interesting #and I would love to see more of mulder being there for her and trying to help manage her sub clinical medically induced food issues #like I do appreciate seeing it show up in fics but I mostly see the dramatic signs of failing health version #instead of them dealing with the background noise of the long slow slog of recovery #the oh g-d i just don't want to I'm tired of dealing with food again mulder/cmon just take half my sandwich you can't live on peanut m&ms #of it all #i bet he's also good at the hey let's sit up and watch this movie together (with snacks)(the distraction makes digesting easier) maneuver #because eating and sleeping are both easier when they aren't on purpose for some reason #and he would very much know that

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indydrawsstuff · 1 year

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cleaned up one of those Tenna sketches a little. @tvlandofficial because.

#My Art #IndyDraws #IndyDrawsStuff #IndyDrawsArt #Tenna #Tenna Fanart #I still think she's badass #just a rough little thingie because uh #i'm still not 100%#but i thought it fitting to mark my recovery with some more Tenna #dude i love her design it's so cool #here have my painterly mess i hope you like it ^^;#i wanna do a color version someday BECAUSE #it wouldn't be technicolor otherwise #but i dunno when i'll get that chance #so ummm here go

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underthemexicansun · 2 months

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#if you know the artist let me know so I can credit them #inner child #healing #growth #self love #transformation #artwork #quotes #drawn quotes #drawing #hand drawn #childhood #childhood trauma #inner child healing #versions of me #parts of me #recovery #therapy

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 9 months

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Paul's Prayer for the Ephesians

That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit into the inner man, That Christ may make His home in your hearts through faith, that you, being rooted and grounded in love, May be full of strength to apprehend with all the saints what the breadth and length and height and depth are and to know the knowledge-surpassing love of Christ, that you may be filled unto all the fullness of God. — Ephesians 3:16-19 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2009 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Job 11:8; John 1:16; John 14:23; Romans 7:22; Romans 8:9-10; Romans 8:39; Romans 9:23; 1 Corinthians 3:6; Ephesians 1:7; Ephesians 1:15; Colossians 2:10; 1 Peter 1:8

#God #love #power #fullness #prayer #church #Ephesus #Paul #Ephesians 3:16-19 #The Epistle of Ephesians #New Testament #REC #Recovery Version #Holy Bible #Living Stream Ministry

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khonshuscondemned · 2 years

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a continuation of sorts to this piece.

Steven’s panic attacks always hit like a bullet to the chest. He knows exactly what that feels like, now; he can adequately relate the metaphor in context and it’s extremely applicable here- his ribs creak as he struggles for breath- wheezes. It was just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. (Then again, he’s always struggled with realising the distinction between his dreams and reality.)

[Steven? Hey, Steven, you okay?] -It had been hard to take a breath with a hole in his lungs and he remembers the way the second bullet punched through their body, ripping through skin and muscle and bone , remembers the way Marc’s balance tipped, the way he’d tried to stay on his feet as long as he could. Instinctively. Stubbornly. He still swears he can hear the softly lapping waves against the stone steps, the steady drip drip drip that echoed around the ancient burial chambers. Swears he can still feel the way their heart pounded in their body- Until it didn’t. His knees feel weak now [Steven- Steven, hey, take a breath for me, buddy-], and despite his best efforts, it’s like there’s cavewater in his mouth and throat, suffocating him- drowning him- he can’t think, he can’t see anything- his eyes are squeezed tightly shut and he rocks back and forth and back and forth and he thinks Wake up, please, please I just have to wake up- There’s a pressure building in the empty space where his heart should be and his head feels light and his throat constricts and clicks. He’s terrified, he can’t make heads or tails of the right way up- wake up wake up wake upwakeupwake- ‘Steady, hermanito.’ Steven’s eyes fly open and he’s almost startled to realise there’s no one physically in the room with him for a moment before his gaze immediately snaps to the only reflective surface, the window. He hasn’t been asleep for long- it’s still dark out, and there, just in the corner of the glass, there’s movement- It hadn’t sounded like Marc, but... that could only mean.. ‘M-Marc?’ Steven tries for words [he checks, just in case], his voice raw and his jaw is clenched, making coherency even harder to attain. ‘Yeah, Steven?’ comes the response, but not from the figure in his reflection. His muscles ache as he tries to sit up, to get a better view. ‘I’m here.’ His tongue refuses to cooperate and he groans- his limbs feel like lead. It helps to know that Marc is there, that he isn’t alone, but for some reason tonight his body is stuck in the past and even as he desperately tries to unclench his fingers from their white-knuckled grip on sweat-dampened sheets, to catch his breath, the sting of panic doesn’t lessen. He wants to close his eyes again, he wants to scream. There’s an ache in his gut that pulls and twists and it’s got him caught in the eye of a hurricane as his nightmare fades. ‘Keep your eyes open, Steven.’ and he knows that voice- that’s Jake- ‘You had a pesadilla, a dream. You’re awake now.’ He’s sure he mishears something even as comfort washes over him, becalming him. Then he pauses- Jake’s words pull a short huff of incredulous laughter from his chest like a cork and he’s able to suck in a deep inhale before his eyes latch on the reflection. His expression furrows for a beat as he tries again to wrestle with words. ‘Uh, I had.. I had a baked potato last night, mate.’ he says through stuttered pants, swallowing hard, trying to process what he’d heard with a muddled mind. Steven finds himself chuckling again breathlessly. ‘I haven’t had mexican food since-’ ‘A nightmare,’ Jake corrects himself, but there’s a smile in his voice. ‘You were sleeping, hermanito. But now you’re awake.’ The ‘and safe’ is left unsaid, unnecessary. ‘Oh,’ Steven says, and he can hear Marc snickering about quesadillas. His heart isn’t pounding near as hard, now, although it still feels as though it skips every few beats. He rubs at his chest. ‘R-right, sorry-’ His reflection waves off the apology before it can even truly begin. ‘No need for sorries, Steven,’ he says, and gestures to the wall beneath the window, where a small night light in the shape of a moon illuminates the floorboards. ‘I’m just returning the favour.’ Steven’s smile trembles ever so slightly at the edges, and the cold feeling in his chest is slowly warming, pleased to have been helpful. The fragments of his nightmare feel further away.

#listen i just think the three of them helping each other through the recovery part is gonna be really important okay #and i have a lot of thoughts on how things go sometimes #and this is like . version number eight ?#nine?#anyways im dropping this here ha ha!#moon knight fic #ihdrabbles #moon knight

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girlbossblog444 · 1 month

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Workout 3/4x a week

Do your skin-care 2x a day

Shower every other day

Do your homework as early as possible

Buy yourself roses

Drink 6 glasses of water

Eat 3 meals a day

And by summer you'll be unrecognizable 🎀