Why can’t we all just walk barefoot to a meadow on a sunny day, hold hands in a circle and sing and read the Bible and meditate on it together and then sing more, and be beautiful Christian hippies. And have the Eucharist with a rock or something as an altar, or we all sit in a circle together on the grass. Beautiful.
Why can’t we all just walk barefoot to a meadow on a sunny day, hold hands in a circle and sing and read the Bible and meditate on it together and then sing more, and be beautiful Christian hippies. And have the Eucharist with a rock or something as an altar, or we all sit in a circle together on the grass. Beautiful.
Why can’t we all just walk barefoot to a meadow on a sunny day, hold hands in a circle and sing and read the Bible and meditate on it together and then sing more, and be beautiful Christian hippies. And have the Eucharist with a rock or something as an altar, or we all sit in a circle together on the grass. Beautiful.
Why can’t we all just walk barefoot to a meadow on a sunny day, hold hands in a circle and sing and read the Bible and meditate on it together and then sing more, and be beautiful Christian hippies. And have the Eucharist with a rock or something as an altar, or we all sit in a circle together on the grass. Beautiful.
I’m so happy winter is finally here where I live also. Can’t wait to wear a big sweater and sit by the fire with a hot cup of tea after a chilly but beautiful day outside. Cold yet sunny winter weather is my absolute favourite. Also many old bound books too pls. And plants. 🙏
The Liberals can honestly go fuck themselves at this point.
I’ve run out of patience. They’re not going to do a 180 and respond to their critics (of which there are many). They’re breaking campaign promises left and right, seemingly without a damn. They won’t even admit they’re wrong.
Sunny Ways? Its Winter in Canada now. The Sun isn’t coming back, and the Liberals won’t be re-elected if they keep up this blatant disregard for the law, democracy, climate change, indigenous rights, electoral reform and morality.
The honeymoon is OVER.
Can you do something for me, please?
I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship.
Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another.
Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and I’m beginning to get sick of it.
Non-sexual, non-romantic physical affection is a thing, people.
Yeah I’ve had like a million people think that my best friend and I are dating. Like no, mate, he’s just my best friend and excuse me if I walk through the hallways at school holding his hand because he’s having a bad day (anxiety wise) or if I have my arm around his waist because he’s super light headed and hasn’t eaten anything except for lifesavers mints (it happens more often than you might think lol).
I have no idea when humankind started confusing intimacy with sex/romance but it would be awesome if we could stop.
so awesome, sigh
me and my bff: *cuddle sometimes, call each other ‘love’, hold hands when one of us is going through something Difficult*
people in 2008: so are you two lesbians?
people in 2018: so are you two queerplatonic partners?
no… and no. we are best friends. like David and Jonathan. Jake and Charles. Turk and J.D. Shawn and Gus. ride or die. blood of the covenant. you know. best friends. friends til the end. loyalty and love powering our souls like we’re in a friggin Yugioh movie.
the efforts society makes to complicate what should be a very easy-to-understand relationship are laughable.
I’m not overly physical with affection, but when I’m comfortable with someone I love being hold my friends hand, or hug them or chill with them. There’s no reason me and my very straight friend should be confused for being a romantic couple.
I remember holding hands with her walking, and letting go when people came by because I was worried they might think we were gay and I didn’t wanna deal with that.
Do you ever just feel sad but you don’t know why
Everday your emotions are like an overcast day. Not sunny, but not quite rainy either. Just gray.
And you start to wonder why you expect the sun all the time, because it’s always just overcast. When it does rain, it’s not a downpour though. Just a steady cold drizzle, enough to chill the inside.
so instead, you just learn to apologize for the rain. Why apologize? You don’t know, and you’re sorry for that, too.
And nothing will ever be perfect, nothing will ever align exactly 100% like you want it to.
And it never will.
We had nothing in common and ugh, we wouldn’t have been good, he was SO introverted. But I miss one of my exes so baaaaad. I think because I think it was “meant to be” or something cause he secretly liked me for ages, and nobody has ever felt that way about me before. Esp growing up in dusty small towns my whole life. It felt like I had suddenly woken up to a sunny day. You know? And I didn’t like him in the beginning - it was so sudden - but now like.. It’s been months and he’s clearly over me, and it was a phase for him (liking me, I mean) and I just feel like half of my heart is permanently gone and it hurts so much, I’ve never wanted someone like this. Of course, there’s been other boyfriends and each one tops the last in a sense, like for sure. But.. It’s probably premature to say this, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get over him. And it makes me so upset. Even though he’s a major ass. Who didn’t talk to me ever, and ignored me. I hate this.
Prayers would be welcomed. Also correspondences for getting over guys? Herbs/colours/etc. Blah. :/
For it is God’s love that warms me in the sun and God’s love that sends the cold rain. It is God’s love that feeds me in the bread I eat and God that feeds me also by hunger and fasting. It is the love of God that sends the winter days when I am cold and sick, and the hot summer when I labor and my clothes are full of sweat: but it is God Who breathes on me with light winds off the river and in the breezes out of the wood.
His love spreads the shade of the sycamore over my head and sends the water-boy along the edge of the wheat field with a bucket from the spring while the laborers are resting and the mules stand under the tree.
It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams; but also behind the clamor of the city God speaks to me in His judgments, and all these things are seeds sent to me from His will.
If these seeds would take root in my liberty, and if His will would grow from my freedom, I would become the love that He is, and my harvest would be His glory and my own joy.
And I would grow together with thousands and millions of other freedoms into the gold of one huge field praising God, loaded with increase, loaded with wheat. If in all things I only consider the heat and the cold, the food or the hunger, the sickness or labor, the beauty or pleasure, the success and failure or the material good or evil my works have won for my own will, I will find only emptiness and not happiness. I shall not be fed, I shall not be full. For my food is the will of Him Who made me and Who made all things in order to give Himself to me through them.
