I feel like they just conspired together…
THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.
This is so adorable!!
If you feel stressed, just watch this gif for a while.
Wow this gif is soda pressing.
>gettin hot and heavy w/ a girl
>she then tells me to talk dirty
>tell her that 10% of the world’s carbon dioxide emissions are stored in dirt
>she’s still turned on and now she knows a little more about mother earth
>copulate and educate
Deftones - Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd Cover)
Oh, take your time don’t live too fast.
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman, you’ll find love
And don’t forget son there is someone up above.
1 sqft of bun
Fun fact: a group of bunnies is called a fluffle.
1 SQFT OF FLUFFLE
i just wanna cuddle naked with you and see who gives in first tbh
IM SO FUCKING MAD I JUST MADE THAT EXACT FUCKING FACE GOD DAMNIT
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Right… Hear me out yo.
I grew up in a VERY close-knit Christian community. It was forced upon me severely. My biological mam was a practicing Pagan, who also tried to indoctrinate me with her theological views. Both of these viewpoints were not what I agreed or believed in, so I turned away from theism… and on to science.
I’m nearly 20 years old now, I have gone through the past 4 years of homelessness, psychiatric disorders, drug issues, heartache and alcohol addiction. Up until the past few months I was incredibly close-minded in regards to ANY spirituality or religious constructs. I would outwardly verbally abuse christians, I remained stubborn, ignorant and arrogant in response to even the most kind-hearted of religious people. Basically I was a complete cunt.
So… here’s how Rory; the anti-theist stubborn punk has been spiritually awakened….
In September, through means of being opened up to the realities of the meat trade by my college friend George, I became vegetarian again (I was veggie for most of my childhood/early teens). So with that step I became morally aware of my actions.
Then at Christmas time I travelled down to Hertfordshire to visit my Auntie and her family. All of which are quite laid back, left wing hippy types.. So they are all accepting of all faiths, creeds and religious standings. Whilst there, I visited a Buddhist monastery. During my day at Amaravati monastery, I felt compelled to sit and meditate.. So I did.
This I guess was my first ‘spiritual’ experience. As I sat there silently, going over my prelearned square breathing exercises to clear my mind, I experienced what I can only describe as being ‘peeled layer by layer’. It was truly uplifting to wholly free my mind like that.
SOOOOO…. That brings us to the last month.
For the past 3/4 weeks, I’ve been hearing a ‘voice’. Usually this is nothing new to me, as I have Bipolar Disorder and regularly hallucinate anyway. But this voice has been different. It isn’t my internal monologue, nor is it the psychosis. It is warm, welcoming, distant yet familiar.
Not only that, but I have been having lucid dreams about sitting in church and talking to James- the Vicar at Chipping Norton’s St.Mary’s Church, and of hands reaching out to me, bringing me towards a comforting light. .. It’s weird.
But these past 2 weeks especially have been difficult. My girlfriend broke up with me… So my mental state went drastically downhill. I picked up the bottle again. Today has been the first day in 2 weeks or so that I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol. It’s not that I’ve been drinking and hurting anyone, or being argumentative, depressive and self-harming… but more so, purely partying too hard. Ever morning, I’ve been waking up with either a beer or whiskey. Every night I’ve followed suite. It’s disgusting.
The weird thing happened earlier in the bath… I had lavender bubblebath, candles and had an acoustic worship album on… I felt someone telling me to dunk my face underwater.
My mam used to routinely drown me as a child in the bath. I have SEVERE Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to those events. But I felt safe. I knew that God was there for me, for I trusted him. So I pinched my nostrils tightly, I drew a huge breath and slowly sank my entire face below the surface of the water. The most bizarre thing was that I didn’t panic. I was at ease. There was no anxiety, fear or PTSD symptoms like I usually get if I even get rain on my face. Water scares me.
But with this, I felt someone lifting my head up. I rose gradually until my head was clear of the water.. and I felt cleansed. Everything was just ‘at peace’ within myself.
That healing act, that over 7 years of therapy has tried to help… for me, was a sign from God to show himself to me.
…. So experiencing these ‘holy’ encounters has been a sign for me. I’m getting this constant notion that there is ‘someone’ there next to me with their hand upon my shoulder.
Today (Easter Sunday) I woke up early, after 3 hours sleep, to go to church. Voluntarily. Yep. Shock horror I know, right?
I went down to the Methodist Church at 10am with a friend of mine’s mother for the Easter Service. I willingly sang hymns, read prayers, said ‘Amen and Hallelujah’ and even fucking took communion wine&bread. The service focused on cleansing all sins, being reborn and repenting for all that we have done wrong in the world. After I left the church it started to really piss it down with rain.. just as the ground needed moisture and refertilising.. And I saw it as another sign. Maybe all that I have done wrong in my life, especially the recent slip into my old alcoholic dependencies can be washed away with the rain, to be fertilised as new life with the light of God in my life?
So here I am now. I will NEVER dispute the big bang, nor evolutionary biology. But questions such as ‘what started the big bang’ are what will always play on my mind.
You are all entitled to your own views and thoughts on this, but this is me.
I’m making myself a better man, to love and be loved.
so i made a wishlist ^.^ its so confusing oh my god
These are gold.
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