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wiirocku · 1 year
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Isaiah 53:4 (NKJV) - Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted.
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ur-daily-inspiration · 3 months
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girlbloggerbby · 9 months
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Avoiding energy draining people/stuff
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People who ask for favors too often and you always grant them, they'll will get used to it and soon if you don't want to do it they'll will make you feel guilty and make it an obligation
Don't even think about staying up all night, it will just lead you into that vicious cycle where you have no energy and you know it
People who 80% of the time only complain never will be satisfied, don't even try to please them
If a person makes you cry or feel bad they are not good for you trust me
Boundaries. Put limits on people around you and even if it makes you seem selfish, do it. You are your highest priority and the center of your life
Delete those photos now! you know what i'm talking about
The "idgf" mentality will save you from a lot of energy draining situations, but be careful with this, this mentality only works in certain occasions
Be aware that changing and prioritizing yourself will drive many people out of your life and even if it is painful in the future it will be a relief
Take that bath, don't leave it for later (this is not about baths)
"If one doesn't want to, two won't fight" Nobody fights alone
That's it for the day, Avoiding these people and things takes time but with patience everything gets better.Stay safe, luv ya🌷
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annmarcus63 · 1 year
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"Wait... are you Geralt's soulmate?"
The look on Ciri's face tells too much. Of course Geralt hasn't told Ciri, hasn't told any of them.
“Yes, I am” Jaskier offers her his biggest sincere smile though he thinks he might be grimacing.
Ciri in her charming petulant way says "Wow" and then proceeds to turn around towards the stairs. Jaskier tries not to feel insulted. He is aware of who he is. The contrast between him and Yennefer (Geralt's true love) is painfully immense. Sometimes he wonders if destiny was wrong about him or maybe she wanted to play with him, a mere pawn on Geralt's destiny. The bridge that'd bring Geralt and Yennefer together. But, if that's the truth, if Geralt wasn't meant for him why did he fall in love?
Alone on his cold room he decides he's going to tried, one last time, to be what Geralt wants, needs. So he throws away his colorful clothes and puts on a pair of black pants and a plain black blouse (borrowed from Cöen). He tries to be as useful as possible, quiet, focused, regal, smart and a good company for anyone that wants to talk to the strange bard, he's a good performer after all, the best there is. At least Vesemir doesn't scold at him that much anymore and Lambert is more willing to tolerate his presence. He still sings, in a cellar on top of the main tower, the echo is divine. He writes and sings about heartbreak, hoping, waiting, wanting, and letting go.
Geralt notices of course, he can see the way he holds himself. Like he's hurting. Maybe he is. Ciri asked him a few weeks ago why he didn't tell anyone about Jaskier being his soulmate.
She also tells him about the disappointment in the bard's face at finding himself stranded in Geralt's destiny.
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cozyxeri · 4 months
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I felt cute today <3 (I may or may not have taken a few teases aswell accidentally lmao) I encourage you all to take pictures of yourself ! it boosts your selfsteem :)
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zhouxiangs · 3 months
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i love how gently pete pushes way out of his pattern of self isolating every time he is sad/gets hurt.
way doesn't believe in himself and, left alone, he would retreat like he always does and he would drown the part of him that wants to do "everything right". but pete has been next to him steadily, telling him he doesn't have to loose himself for anyone; that he still has a chance to choose; that he has that right.
pete is not trying to change his mind, only to give him the confidence to do what he isn't brave enough to do by himself. he isn't blindly believing or hoping for something that isn't already here; pete has read his mind, so he knew he was conflicted from the beginning and he knows way is ready now. he knows that all he needs is support. pete cannot save way, but he can help him save himself.
so pete pushes, and he makes way face the fact that, on some level, he has also started to believe in his words or he wouldn't have gone to see him. pete helps him accept the truth.
and because pete believes in him, way believes in himself.
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paniepalins · 3 months
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You didn’t become selfish. You became harder to manipulate. Don’t confuse the two.
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Gap-Toothed Women (Les Blank, 1987)      
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incorrectmbb · 11 months
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Kihyun: You're close to perfection.
Jooheon: *blushing* Oh really?
Kihyun: Yes, you're standing right next to me.
Jooheon: ...
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immediatebreakfast · 1 year
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It's incredible how Frankenstein immediately presented the difference between two styles of knowledge approach when Victor met his two professors.
With professor Krempe, Victor repeats the same mistake of ignoring his words, just like he did with his father's words. Even if Krempe is in the right as a professor to call out that Victor had spent his childhood studying already disproved knowledge, he forgot an important part of being a teacher. To make your students seek the knowledge themselves after you gave them the basics. Of course it's not professor Krempe's fault that Victor spent three days in his room doing nothing, but I do think that he could have worded his suggestions a little bit better. Just a little bit.
Yet, with professor Waldman Victor finally found the thing that he was yearning for. The validation that even if all of the authors and the knowledge that he spent studying in his little youth could not be applied to modern science, they were still important in this pillar of discovery, and their knowledge was not forgotten.
It was really delightful to read how professor Waldman made Victor fall in love with science again. From what it is described to be an amazing lecture of the history of chemistry, to the suggestions that he gives Victor at the end of the chapter. This professor managed to turn around Victor's disgust of modern science to new curiosity with a stern lecture and a few kind words, a feat that only a good professor can do.
It's remarkable to see what directions can do regarding in how to apply knowledge. And it is also very welcome to hear how we simply can't ignore ancient knowledge just because in the present their discoveries are now obsolete. Yes, all of the authors that Victor read were pseudo science who had no basis in real evidence, and at the same time they were the foundation of chemistry. Professor Waldman understands that without the small ambitions of knowledge of the past, we would not have the feats of the present.
Then he proceeds to give Victor an excellent practice of this knowledge in his laboratory, and gives him a list of books that he needs, while telling him that he can't neglect other branches of science if he wants to achieve his goals. No wonder Victor felt so happy at the end of this chapter, he finally found the direction that he needed so badly to dive into what he calls his future destiny.
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girlbloggerbby · 9 months
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Monthly reminder that we're too pretty to worry about some stuff 🎀
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bwobgames · 3 months
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What if the children but adults
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pinkvaquita · 3 months
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She deserves the better
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♡ Pairing: Smoked Cheese x Mozzarella
♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. I still don't fucking know how to call it.
♡ Warning: Major death character <3
♡ Author’s note: SECOND SHOT OF THE NIGHT. This was ironicaly the first I wrote from all todays colections. Anyways, I fucking LOVE this two.
♡ Aqui tienes la version en español
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He always believed she deserved better. She deserved so much better than him.
Every time he saw her face and got lost in those blue eyes that always smiled at him so calmly, he couldn't help but think one thing. Mozzarella deserved better.
He thought about it when she greeted him from the betting balcony at the coliseum, always finding a way to convince him to put aside his work there and instead keep her company.
He always thought about it every time she sent one of the marzipans with notes. Playful messages just like her. And inevitably she managed to get a slight smile out of him with each one.
He also thought about it when at the parties for the bureaucracy they escaped to a less crowded place. And they looked from afar at the luxury that they could enjoy in those lands.
He thought about it every time she stopped him from doing something crazy that he would regret later. Because she never seemed to even startle or fear him in those outbursts of anger that possessed him from time to time.
He thought about it every time she had to reason and mediate on his behalf, saving him from unnecessary fights.
He thought about it every time she spoke enthusiastically about something curious or funny that she saw, that she heard, that she discovered. Every time he could hear her voice speak with such intelligence.
He thought about it every time he woke up and the first thing he saw was her. So much perfection being what started his days.
And he thought about it today too. And he would have thought about it tomorrow too.
She deserved better than him. Mozzarella deserved someone who was as eloquent, as focused, as enthusiastic, as honest and loyal as she was. She deserved everything good a person could be.
She deserved someone better than the mess of self-centeredness, anger, and pettiness that he was. Since they met, Mozzarella has done nothing but make his life better. Without her, he wouldn't know what would have been to him...
He never understood why she was happy with him. He did not feel capable of giving her the same happiness that she gives him with her mere existence.
He couldn't care for her, couldn't encourage her, couldn't do anything for her in the same way.
He couldn't even protect her.
He gave his all to stop Dark Enchantress, but nothing helped...
She deserved someone who could have stopped this tragedy.
“Mozzie…” — He tried to talk to her despite how painful it was to say a word, making the effort even though more jam than words came out every time he opened his mouth.
As soon as she heard his voice, she reacted. With effort she raised her head to find the image of her beloved husband crawling through the sand and the puddle of his own jam. Her exhausted eyes, even though they should have closed by now, refused to do so. She refused to leave this world without first hearing one last word from him.
It felt like the most tortuous eternity in those short seconds. Smoked was dying between the pain of his wounds from a lost battle and the scraping of sand against his body. His hands gripped the ground as if he were clinging to the little life he had left.
But he knew it was all worth it when he was able to drop down next to her. Her face was the last thing he wanted to see, and her voice the last thing he wanted to hear. And between the tears of pain, disappointment, fear and relief...
“Mozzie…” — He called her one last time.
"Yeah?... "
"... I'm sorry"
There was a short silence, in which she seemed to process his words. And he seemed to feel that the only thing left for him was to wait for the cold of death to reach him.
“W-why are you… asking me for f-forgiveness?”— Her voice for the first time sounded confused and immersed in sadness.
When he didn't answer, Mozzarella felt her own body move on its own. She rolled slightly to get closer and speak to him face to face.
“Smoked…?”
If she had had the strength, she would have shaken her husband's limp body. She would have begged and screamed at the witches up there for a second longer. Just one more second.
Her tears began to fall when she knew the reality. She cried knowing that he was gone, that she was never able to tell him one last time, as she always did whenever those doubts and insecurities attacked him.
“... Smoked, you w-were the best thing that happened to me”
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esuemmanuel · 10 months
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Cuando al fin somos conscientes de que en cada uno de nosotros, como seres humanos, yace la chispa del amor divino, de la creación universal y la voluntad del cielo, dejamos de sentirnos menos o mal queridos ante los demás, porque tenemos clara nuestra función y ésa es la de ser lo que somos de manera única y especial. La realidad es que nadie es ni será como nosotros. Nadie sentirá, ni pensará, ni amará como nosotros y eso… ¡Eso es lo que nos hace maravillosamente indispensables! ¡Porque ni tú podrás ocupar mi lugar ni yo el tuyo! Y cuando lo ves, cuando lo aceptas, cuando, por fin, lo entiendes te liberas de todos los celos, las frustraciones, las amarguras, las envidias, la baja autoestima y la falta de fe.
When we are finally aware that in each of us, as human beings, lies the spark of divine love, of universal creation and the will of heaven, we stop feeling less or unloved by others, because we are clear about our role and that is to be what we are in a unique and special way. The reality is that no one is or will be like us. No one will feel, think or love like us, and that is what makes us wonderfully indispensable, because neither you can take my place nor I yours! And when you see it, when you accept it, when you finally understand it, you free yourself from all jealousy, frustrations, bitterness, envy, low self-esteem and lack of faith.
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fellafell-anthony · 11 months
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Tfgraves shenanigans with demons mhm
This is the colored version so yea.
Pansexual card man and Men lover guy with a big gun
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