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Savior

When God created me in His image The finished piece was too close to Christ   He gave me a heart that only knows love Endlessly forgiving those whom are undeserving But how could I possibly ignore their cries of repentance For they know not what they’re doing?

I thirst for answers screaming to the Heavens: My God, why have you forsaken me? Why was I made to suffer With my hands and feet pouring blood from the wounds caused by others Turning into wine for them to devour until their stomachs spill over And I am left to clean up the messes they've made? Why was I made too much like Christ Only to be treated as a leper? Why wasn't I made with a heart that can trespass against others? My God, I am finished Finished praying for my paradise to come Praying for someone's hands to catch my fallen spirit The way a grieving son would hold his grieving mother Yet the only hands that ever touch me Will disown me as I walk through the shadows in which I am condemned And I'll still show them mercy. The love I place into others' hearts Becomes a fear far greater than Peter's With their sins exonerated by my selfess hands, They will be blessed by the Grace of a heart Made too damn close to Christ.

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Do you know how badly it hurts to be desired but never wanted?

My mother took razor blades to her face because men found her too beautiful.

She was afraid no one would love her for the person she is, when they couldn't see past the surface.

I never understood this.

Until now.

If looks could kill, I'd be on death row.

But my beauty is not skin deep.

There's more to be found here, but no one seems to search for it.

And they always come back.

Telling me I'm wonderful and special.

But I know why they're here.

Do not tell me you miss me.

Do not tell me you love me.

Because I will believe every word that drips from your lips.

Love is not here.

Lust conquers.

Keep watch of what you breathe in,

For you are not the one,

And I am no longer yours.

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Noe qui primus plantavit vineam… (Genesis 9:20f) via Salvador Dali

Medium: gouache

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Moss Roses in a Vase via Edouard Manet

Size: 55.9x34.3 cm Medium: oil on canvas

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My sister and I took shrooms before seeing Tears For Fears tonight and this was too good. #Disney #Aladdin

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Note to self: Don’t seek to be relevant, or liked, seek to be undeniable. Seek to be compassionate. Seek integrity. Seek humility. Seek Light.

(via manbartlett)

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My butt looked good 💁🏻

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Sunflowers 1888

Vincent van Gogh

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you are the physical being of all my hopes and dreams can you imagine how much you mean to me?

Koven Wei  (via love-you-and-i-us)

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Rinse Relapse Repeat

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I don’t like how I feel What I see Who I am I do not feel pride Just shame Loneliness Powerless

When Will It End

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the ocean is tranquil and cold yet when we touch it becomes a sea of fire

Koven Wei  (via love-you-and-i-us)

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Perhaps one day I'll look into the mirror And truly like what I see Not just in the reflection of my face and body But in the soul that's inside of me

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The Way to Pubol via Salvador Dali

Size: 189.7x160 cm Medium: oil, canvas

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Sower With Setting Sun 1888

Vincent van Gogh