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“You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?”
— Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
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2017 Moon Phase Calendar by Christy Nyboer
Artist Christy Nyboer has illustrated a stunning calendar which chronicles the phases of the moon. Scientific, contemporary and beautiful, the calendar comes in three different colors, which is handmade. You can find it over on the Etsy shop Little Lark.
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You distract yourself so you don’t think about the bad stuff:
Pisces
Aries
Gemini
Leo
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C.S.Lewis
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cant wait for natural selection to take out slow walkers
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"God, forgive me for seeking not your heart but rather that my heart would be saved first and foremost. Strip whatever evil plagues my soul; take back what is yours, take it all and make it new in your glory and grace. Your will be done, not mine, from now and forever more."
— T.B. LaBerge // Thy Will Be Done (via tblaberge)
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I wonder how many memories I’m in.
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The thing I love about God is He intentionally guides people into failure. He made us be born as little kids who can’t walk or talk or even use a bathroom correctly. We have to be taught everything. All that learning takes time, and He made us so we are dependent on Hom, our parents, and each other. The whole thing is designed so we try again and again until we finally get it right. And the whole time He is endlessly patient.
I love those passages in Scripture where Jesus teaches the disciples something, saying, “I want to teach you to think differently about life.” They walked with Him for years, and some of them didn’t learn everything they needed to know until after He’d gone back to heaven. Yet, even though they were slow to learn, they still refer to themselves as His beloved. Failure is just part of the process not just okay; it’s better than okay. God doesn’t want failure to shut us down. God doesn’t make it a three-strikes-you’re-out sort of thing. It’s more about how God helps us dust ourselves off so that we can swing for the fences again. And all of this without keeping a meticulous record of our screw-ups.
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If you’re not noticed, you’re still valid.
Like, if no ones gonna read it, you should still write it.
If no ones gonna see it, you should still do it.
If no ones gonna hear you, you should still say it.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
You’re not measured by how people react to you.
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if you’re one of those people who dislikes leo valdez just because he went to save calypso after he died consider this: leo valdez’s fatal flaw is the feeling of inferiority which means he always feels like the least important no matter what, for example among the seven he considered himself “the seventh wheel.” you may argue well he’s not or his friends cared for him as much as they cared for the others but leo didn’t feel like this. he thought nobody needed him. it is basically like having anxiety. so leo valdez already thinks that he’s the least important, but it doesn’t help that everyone on the argo is dating. piper has jason, percy has annabeth, and hazel has frank. if one of the seven has to die, he thinks that it should be him so none of their relationships have to end tragically. so he comes up with this crazy plan that is basically suicide AND HIS FRIENDS DONT TALK HIM OUT OF IT. sure, he’d deny it or ignore them if they did but how the hell would you feel if you told your friends your suicide plan and they don’t even try for more than a few minutes to talk you out of it. even with the physician’s cure i would be like no i’ll do it or something. i’d talk a random stranger out of suicide if i could… anyways i think leo didn’t later tell piper and the others his plan over the fear of them letting him go through it as well… so yeah. leo’s fatal flaw killed him. he sacrificed himself because he didn’t think he was important and no one else really seemed to either. but calypso never made him feel this way. she never made him feel like the least important or not good enough. she made him feel happy and useful. so just like us fangirls/boys escape in books or going online, leo valdez escaped reality through calypso. through someone who felt just as unimportant as him. because after ten years on his own, running away from reality, he finally found someone that he can save. of course he would go back and save her because he knows how it feels to be rejected, lonely, and helpless. he knows how it feels to have no one to save you but yourself. do you ever just cry because leo valdez?
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As I Really Am.
Lately, I’ve been trying to be as super-vulnerable as possible, even if it looks inelegant and clumsy. Even unprofessional or unkempt. Even if it looks sort of crazy.
I don’t mean over-sharing or crossing boundaries or being silly for the sake of appearing relatable. I mean just saying exactly what’s going on inside. Every neurotic little twitch and concern. Every fear and hope and held-back giggle. What my needs are. All the conflicting emotions and motives. The whole mess of it, the gritty weird details down to the inner guts.
Sometimes in the middle of talking, I’ve been backing up and saying, “Actually, I didn’t mean that. I just said it because I was processing out loud and I sort of winged it right then. Or maybe I was trying to impress you. I really don’t know anything about what I just said.” I’ve been catching myself when I know I’m about to exaggerate or cover up. I’ve been rewinding myself when I might have said something sketchy or incomplete or disingenuous.
None of this is as romantic as it sounds. It feels like weakness and it’s painful. It’s a turn-off for most people when we’re this raw and naked. It’s also frustrating because everyone says they want this, but the second you try, you get burned badly with a door shut in your face. Authenticity is such a buzzword these days and we talk about being “true to yourself” and “real” all the time, but I’ve learned that most of us only accept a version of acceptability until it becomes inconvenient or annoying. Maybe we’re so used to maintaining a photoshopped exhibitionism that actual, sleeves-up honesty is frightening. We like the sound of realness until we’re actually there, and then we start calling that person a dork or a hipster or a show-off or “he been reading too many of them self-help pamphlets.”
It’s hard. It’s difficult to lower our guard and to be our slobbery, sloppy selves, at the risk of getting fired or looking incompetent or saying with aplomb, “I don’t know what’s happening right now and I’ve been making some of this up as I went along.”
But it’s exhausting to do all those loops of lies. I get tired of flexing fake strength all the time. I just want to say I’m scared sometimes. I want to say my heart is beating pretty fast and I might need you to come pick me up, and I don’t mean to be defensive but please let me explain the conflict inside before you judge me, because I do feel judged, and yes, it does hurt a little bit, and I’ve been losing sleep about some of these things, and I need your encouragement and a high-five and maybe some coffee right now.
I’m hoping you’d know me as I really am, is all.
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