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musingsofmemory · 7 months
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As kind of severely unfortunate as our world may seem, and get, never forget that God is in control. He sees what’s going on, He knows whats happening. Nothing has caught Him by surprise.
That financial struggle you’re going through? He knows. That mental health struggle you’re going through? He knows. That event that threw your life completely “off track”? He knows. That grief, that loss of a loved one? He knows.
No matter what it is you’re going through, God knows.
Not only that, however, God cares. God feels your pain and anguish with you. When you’re hurting, so is He. When you cry, so does He. He sees every tear, and cares about each one. Psalm 56:8 says “thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”
No matter what you’re going through, know that God (who is all powerful, remember) sees. He knows. He cares.
He is in control, He has the victory, and through Him you also have the victory. Remember who fights for you. We are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.
Take heart. Take some deep breaths, allow yourself to feel what you are feeling, and trust in Jesus.
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Ok, just a little announcement that Im betting right now no one will pay attention to which is fine:
Im going to keep this as my history blog, and Im going to make a different one for all of my other stuff. The other account is @musingsofmemory I think (if that’s wrong I will fix it.)
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musingsofmemory · 2 months
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In a modern au, one of the poets would eat alphabet soup and when the words somehow form a ghost of a sentence they take a picture, send it to Todd and go “Todd look! Pure poetry in its raw form!” And Todd’s almost immediate response (aside from almost throwing his phone into the wall) is “I’m so tempted to block you right now, friend.”
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musingsofmemory · 24 days
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Do you guys remember how I had an idea for an au where Todd’s family is Scottish and he speaks Scots Gaelic?
…..Anderson is a Scottish clan name.
Granted, I’m not sure if they’re a highlands or lowlands clan, and if memory serves only highland clans spoke Scots Gaelic historically
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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I think one of Todd’s worst fears would be first week of school ice breaker activities.
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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Modern idea where the poets run one of those funny short movie meme YouTube channels like Jack Pop and Neil and Charlie are the main characters, Meeks is in charge of editing and Todd is in charge of filming but they have to take a billion gazillion takes because Neil won’t stop staring at him and forgetting his lines or giving heart eyes to what the viewers would only presume is the camera
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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I think, personally, that Ethan Hawke deserves more credit for always posting regularly to his Instagram and sprinkling in a spritz of humor into his captions so much.
Absolute legend.
Like really though why aren’t we talking about the man’s Instagram captions they’re so entertaining and honestly whenever he makes a post my day immediately gets better.
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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Help.
Help help help.
Do I have the worlds fattest crush on all of them?
Yes.
Do I want to be all of them?
Also yes.
Please don’t stone me for this-
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musingsofmemory · 7 months
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Mumford and Sons reminds me of dark academia.
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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I started watching House MD.
For the medicine, you know…
Yeah.. the medicine.. [slowly slides 50 pictures of Robert Sean Leonard under my imaginary rug]
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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One day, one of the poets brings home a sensory slug.
The rest of the poets adopt said sensory slug.
They name said sensory slug ‘Doug’ (“it rhymes with slug!” Said Charlie, already scrawling out the name on Doug the slug’s ‘adoption papers’)
Doug is an honorary member of the Dead Poets Society, and has visitation with a different person each week.
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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Me: [makes a post]
The rest of DPS tumblr: [already has their therapists on speed dial in preparation]
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musingsofmemory · 5 months
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“I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play;
In music sweet the words repeat,
‘There’s peace on earth, good will to men.’
I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th’ unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair, I bowed my head:
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,
‘For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.’
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead, nor does He sleep,
For Christ is here; His Spirit near
Brings peace on earth, good will to men.’
When men repent and turn from sin
The Prince of Peace then enters in,
And grace imparts within their hearts
His peace on earth, good will to men.
O souls amid earth’s busy strife,
The Word of God is light and life;
Oh, hear His voice, make Him your choice,
Hail peace on earth, good will to men.
Then happy, singing on your way,
Your world will change from night to day;
Your heart will feel the message real,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
-I Heard the Bells On Christmas Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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musingsofmemory · 2 years
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“But I hate that it seems you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding but never gave up
And I hate that I made you the enemy
And I hate that your heart was the casualty
Now I hate that I need you”
-Another Life by Motionless In White
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musingsofmemory · 6 months
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I feel like I’m going deaf.
Deaf to the noise.
Deaf to the world.
Deaf to my own common sense,
Deaf.
The TV is nought more than static
I have sight, but do not see anymore
Tunnel vision consumes the corners
Drastic
Tired, I watch in chains.
Bombings, blood soaks the earth and it recoils in return.
Not again.
Not again.
Not again.
The world does not decry the evil.
Do they see???
No. They are blind.
They buy into the noise.
We are eating ourselves alive
From the inside
A parasite.
Make it stop.
I want to see the light
To remember what is true.
But it’s hard. I’m stumbling.
Going against my being,
My mind recoils against me.
It screams.
I am afraid.
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