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Unfortunately, I am the fool of which the Bible speaks
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Your impact on other people is bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said. Someone still smiles when they think of the compliment you gave them. Someone silently admires you. The advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you've offered others has made someone's day. Your input and opinions have made someone think twice. You're not insignificant and forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.
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This is a spring of shambles. Of meadows slow to flower, of fire sooting the underbrush, and, love, I am lonely as a bear. I am no good at bearish things. Fish or forage, my hands are too small and slow to clip the salmon thick in the heat of spawn. I do not know where berries are or honey or campers or the greening branch. I am tired of mounting this hill alone. Love, how do I gain what was lost in winter?
Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Love Poem: Donika”
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Slavery to our carnal desires is evidence of a nihilistic culture because we desperately want to feel something after having lost an authentic sense of meaning.
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HELP A MOTHER IN THE PHILIPPINES SAVE HER DISABLED INFANT SON!
Update 2/17: Jing messaged me on Facebook this morning and let me know Kyle was able to undergo a CT scan thanks to the donations generated from this post! This wouldn’t have been possible without your support. So far we have raised 6,208 Philippine pesos for Kyle. Keep reblogging and donating when you can, please. Every little bit helps.
Jing Lee’s 1 and a half month old son, Kyle, was born with Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita, a disability which involves joint contractures. Kyle recently got sick with severe pneumonia and had to go to the hospital. He was put in intensive care and intubated. Now, Jing has exhausted her savings and is out of money to pay for Kyle’s life-saving medications, including antibiotics. She has looked to disability organizations for help but the process of securing funding will take too long to help her and her baby. The medicine costs about 10 - 15,000 Philippine pesos a day, which is 208-312 United States Dollars.
Here is Kyle and Jing before he became ill.

[Image Description: A young woman and her baby smile at the camera while they take a selfie together.]
Here is Kyle in the hospital. (Trigger Warning: Blood, Medical Setting, intubation)

[Image Description: A baby in a hospital bed attached to various medical devices, including an IV and breathing tube.]
I met Jing through a Facebook group for Arthrogryposis, my and Kyle’s disability. I was advertising for my own small advocacy group on there, so she requested to join mine looking for support. My group is mostly poor college kids, so I knew we wouldn’t be much help. Instead I made this post on tumblr hoping she could get donations. I’ve been talking with her for several days now, and she’s a wonderful person. She and I are working so hard to get the word out about Kyle, and I beg you to help in any way you can.
If you have questions about the legitimacy of this post, please feel free to comment or message me directly. I can post screenshots of my conversations with Jing or provide whatever proof you need to donate. This is too important to let skepticism deter people from contributing!
🛑Do Not Scroll Past This Without At Least Reblogging!🛑
To help save Kyle, donate to Jing Lee’s PayPal or AirFunding:
AirFunding: https://www.airfunding.net/s/74149771-6e81-4e0a-8d6b-06b85f802155
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*tells you the name of god* *you forget* *tells you again* *you forget again* *tells you as many times as many times as you need to hear it* *i will tell you everything you need to hear as many times as you need to hear it* *i will love you for as long as you need to be loved*
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Can you tell me why Frodo is so important in lotr? Why can't someone else, anyone else, carry the ring to mordor?
but someone else could.
that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.
(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)
but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.
it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.
and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.
(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)
but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.
someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.
I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.
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#in bed about to sleep and#I am still imagining deleting hatches when I close my eyes#not sure if I'm overworked or#it's just my mind itching to finish#probably both lol#feels like old times#cad#I'm still seeing wood hatches send help lol
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Hey I want to let y'all know that if youre a person who is trying to recover from a porn addiction and maybe fails sometimes with it, you are not dirty or broken in any way. You are loved and treasured by God
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“What is vanity, my brethren? Everything observed outside of God, cut off from God, or used without the fear of God.” —St Nikolaj Velimirovic
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St. Bartholomew, 1614, El Greco
Medium: oil,canvas
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日本的なマリア像 Japanese-style depictions of the Virgin Mary
東京カルメル会 Carmelite Order of Tokyo
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