#ways

[palatinewolfsblog]

Do not live half a life

and do not die a half death.

If you choose silence, then be silent.

When you speak, do so until you are finished.

If you accept, then express it bluntly.

Do not mask it.

If you refuse then be clear about it

for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance.

Do not accept half a solution.

Do not believe half truths.

Do not dream half a dream.

Do not fantasize about half hopes.

Half the way will get you nowhere.

You are a whole that exists to live a life

not half a life.

Khalil Gibran.

[colonp]

it's really interesting to me how moondae thinks it's karma in a bad way that he's got the 'debut or die' status when everything we learn about his time as a fancam seller has shown that's he's actually helped quite a few people in the industry and their fans

[wiirocku]

Proverbs 16:7 (NKJV) - When a man’s ways please the LORD, He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.

[pissenchanted]

hm

[daegalfangirl]

oh! my mistake — favors (001)

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❝ this is such a girl code violation ❞

na jaemin, the college heartthrob and a part of your large friend group. he was also your best friends long term ex boyfriend. that's what you should've reminded yourself before you started sneaking around with the boy. oh god... when the truth comes out you're gonna be so done. well, thats IF the truth comes out.

a/n: just saying this now, soojin is a VERY important character in this story due to her being jaemin's ex, this taking place in the middle of her and jaemins drama, and the fact that the whole story revolves around reader hiding the relationship from her

[cathedraldecay]

2006

Ryan Russel

[peintre-stephane]

2 ways

translated from a @aquagradient photo

[redstrawberryyblog]

[dek0pon]

yesterday i got up early and the train took a while to come and had to stand for a bit more than once on the way to work but i made it on time and since i finished everything i was supposed to do in 90 minutes i spent most of the day reading in the storage room . i finished my book . i thought about the end . i thought about the end . my best friend from middle school announced her engagement this weekend . i have known you for just as long - if not longer - than she has known him . i have realized in this aftermath i have always held one person closer than everyone else . for some years - 10 years ago - she was that person . when we were 13 i moved 7000 miles and we emailed and called a lot for a year or something but things continued and slowly we came to the point where we message only each other briefly on our birthdays . i saw that end coming . my boss tells me they don't make good people like me anymore . a few days ago she says that maybe i am young and i do not have the answers but i do have something about me . i've seen and felt a lot of things but never grief like this .

[downfalldestiny]

When love is real,

it finds a way 🌹 🌊!.

[pedrocobo]

Caminos / Ways (26)

Sierra de Orduña.

Álava, Spain.

IG: @pedrocobo_foto

© Pedro Cobo

Please don’t reblog to NSFW/18+ blogs

[palatinewolfsblog]

Breathe, rest, walk, repeat

(American Romanesque - for my dear Friend @rubenesque-dollyd-93 ).

Remember:

"The best way to lengthen out our days is to walk steadily and with a pupose."

Charles Dickens.

[yeesiine]

You can't create a new life if your hands are too busy holding on to old ways of being

[wiirocku]

Romans 11:33 (NKJV) - Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!

[yasniger]

FUNCTION OF MAN

[soberlovey]

out of the ashes that burn.

JOHN WICK + F!READER father/daugher. (PLATONIC)

THIS WILL BE A ONGOING SERIES (if continued)

mild cussing, yah yah..

You placed your wet hand on the brick wall, it making a dark hand print where it lied. Your eyes shined in the dark streetlights, tears running down your cheeks while your arms struggled to stay upright while pressing against the rough, white, brick wall.

The streets were emptier than normal, however this was the part of the city where barley anyone was. Especially at night. By a lot of people you knew, this part of the city was called "Dead Of Night"

Your jacket stuck to your skin, humid and wet. Your black long sleeved shirt grey from the streetlight shining on it. The rain pattered against your head, large, heavy droplets descending from the dark clouds in the sky.

Running from a car nearly hitting you because you decided to jay-walk is scary as hell.

Hands off the wall, you took a step back as the weight of the damp sleeves of your shirt weighed your arms down. You took out a sharpie and held it to the wall, eyes searching for any nearby cameras.

Nothing, but thats not a surprise.

Taking a moment to think what to write, the puddles near you splashing from the raindrops, giving the slightest inspiration to you.

"Dont jay-walk. You'll drown in your own blood."

Warning people is fun, hm?

You shoved the marker back in your pocket, then looked back up at the writing on the wall, reading it over and over again.

Then, that loop of reading got interrupted.

Footsteps echoed from the corner of the building you stood near, they were audible, but you couldn't hear them that well.

You figured it was most likely the mailman. You were near a neighborhood afterall.

Dismissing it, you decided to walk off.

Curiosity grew, you were aware this person was behind you. You had to look back.

Your head spun, looking back as the shocked mailman jumped.

"Oh my gosh! Ma'am im so sorry."

The mailman yelped.

The guilt rose from your heart, you felt horrible. You didnt mean to scare the poor guy.

"Oh, dear. Sorry. I thought you were following me."

The mailman's words started to jumble and he stuttered as he tried to explain.

"I-I mean you were heading to a certain address.. I thought."

"No. Its fine."

You were a bit tired from talking to this socially unstable mailman, obviously.

"Listen, Ma'am I have to deliver some mail-"

The drop of a slightly heavy envelope interrupted him mid sentence.

You read the address, a bell rung in your head as the familiar name struck your memory.

"Oh, The Continental? I know where that is."

You picked the envelope, it sounded like a few quarters or something were in there.

"Say, how bout' I do you a favor.. and I drop this off at The Continental."

You smirked as the mailman's expression changed to a look of concern.

"Ma'am. Its my job. I got it."

Really? Well, you did have to stop by the store near that dumb hotel anyway. Why not have something fun to do while you were on your way.

"No, sir. I insist. Just tell your boss you got it, alright!"

You didn't even give him a chance to respond, but it was clear he agreed.

As you walked, the wind gusted against your clothes even though the rain stopped. Your body, still wet sent chills along your back.

The urge to open the envelope grew, well because what seemed to be in that envelope didnt seem like a rent due notice or a letter from the owner.

Some coins and a letter didn't seem like that at all.

"I have to open it"

You whispered under your cold breath, as the transparent gust left your mouth from the coldness of the air.

Using your nail, you opened the envelope for a piece of folded paper and two big, golden, coins to greet you.

The light reflected off them as the light from the reflection glazed your eyes at the slightest.

You grabbed the piece of paper and held it up to your eyes.

"John Wick"

Written across the front of the folded paper in black, bold pen.

Hm, whos that?

Opening up the paper, the dark words seemed as less professional than a eviction notice or anything. This was obviously a letter to John Wick, whoever that is.

Your eyes went back and fourth across the paper as you read the letter.

"Dear Jonathan, I and my crew are aware of the situation you have gotten yourself in over the past few weeks, and fortunately we stand with you. We have made sure to help you the best we can by providing you with ammunition and weaponry. We pray for you and your safety."

"Well, no sincerely? I guess we'll never know how this belongs to. Not my problem. Unless this "John Wick" Becomes my problem."

You whispered with every ounce of pride, it was clear no one could hear you. But it wasn't necessary for anyone to hear your prideful remark.