I try not to whine and complain. Everyone has hardships and everyone has to deal with them in their own way. But I’ve just hit a huge wall and I’m 100 percent done. I’m tired of my life and I don’t know how to change it. I keep praying. I keep looking for opportunities. Nothing changes and I’m supposed to wake up everyday and do it all over again with a smile on my face. I can’t be strong anymore. I can’t pretend I’m happy anymore. I just need a day or maybe just a few hours to be upset. Especially since this was all triggered by something very small. So please just pray for me. I’m trying not to be angry at God or myself. But I’m just tired and I don’t know what to do anymore.
it’s hard 2 be sad about ur body when you think of it as a landscape. you don’t criticise a mountain for being too big, or a valley for being too winding, and no one ever complains about the vastness of the sea. u are part of the earth and u are so beautiful friends.
As I try to finish these poems, I know exactly why I didn’t finish these poems. They’re not bad. I’m just kind of stuck. They’re at parts that almost make the piece sound complete, but you just know they’re not. There’s a comfort and an anxiety to it. It’s like this is lovely, but how in the world am I going to finish this? How are the next couple of lines going to make this piece better?
My therapist:Look at nature. Look at flowers. We never walk into our garden and say "Oh wouldn't that flower be so much more pretty if it were taller? Or red instead of pink?" No, we don't. Because nature was created perfect just as it is. And so are we. We are part of nature, we are how we're meant to be, we are perfect just as we are.
It’s difficult for me to think of Nelson Mandela as anything but a universally-respected, wise, kind, and thoughtful asset to humanity. But he also organized attacks that would today be unconditionally condemned as terrorism. His government fought…
The longer we claim to be Christians, the more we feel like we have to pretend we have our act together. Don’t you dare tell a good, godly friend that you’re struggling with pride, anger, or lust. Instead, you better keep it to yourself until you commit adultery, become addicted to porn, or hurt…
“Today, as you see whitewashed images of a post-prison, unarmed, grandfatherly Mandela, please remember that he was someone who had the pride and courage to take up arms against his oppressor. Mandela fought in a guerilla war against white supremacy in South Africa, as did many others all across the world. Our own CIA alerted the SA authorities to Mandela’s location, which is what led to his 27 years behind bars and the medical condition which felled him today. Our government was responsible for that crime, and still holds our own anti-apartheid militants behind bars. So when you see Obama crying his crocodile tears later today remember that he would imprison a modern Mandela, that he arms the apartheid government of Israel, that he refuses to pardon those who fought against the corporations propping up the South African government here in the US, and that he has done everything he can to crush the kind of dissent that Mandela stood for.”—(via angry-hippo)
Why is Christopher Eccleston afraid of Paul McGann?
Because McGann Hurt Eccleston.
oh my god
Can we take a moment to appreciate that 50 years of a television show, with multiple writers, a reboot, and the fixing of a gaping plot hole have come together to give us the ability to make this exact pun?
“Their intelligence. Elephants understand that ivory is the reason they’re being killed. There are very, very few big bulls with big ivory left in the world, and the two or three still in Tsavo have become nocturnal. I’ve seen a bull with big tusks by the road turn his back, trying to hide the ivory.”—
What’s the biggest misconception people have about elephants?
Daphne Sheldrick, interview in TIME Magazine, June 4, 2012