The Birth Of Christ

Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be.

Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.

replies were restricted so i kind of reblogged in order to reply, am kinda attached to it in someway..

It's positive that your friend recognizes that they don't feel the sorrow of others. It can be tough to acknowledge that, but it's also a step toward understanding why that happens. Sometimes, we might become disconnected from our emotions or the emotions of others due to various reasons, like past experiences or self-preservation. It’s important to be aware of that so we can work on becoming more in tune with others’ feelings. If your friend is open to it, maybe they could explore what’s causing that emotional distance and whether it’s something they'd like to work on

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

You shoudn't forget darling

the crucial reality

that you are,

loving people.

There needs alter,

there priorities,

there formulas,

there determinations.

Like weather,

they,at times

dont come as forecasted

and

that lamentably

bares on there love to you

and

impacts there anticipations

too.

Thank you @biblical-traditionalist-lady and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.

So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.

Be sincere, man. Where is it unreachable? Where?

If you love that destination, no place is unreachable. Because love— love is the fuel that takes us to distant lands we dream of, but have no map for.

Love, only love, man. Nothing else. Nothing much.

Eventually, I am getting old, old but fine, like gold. If you'd asked me, five years ago, I wouldn’t have predicted patches of happiness even for a day in my life. But here I am, getting old— and loving it, to the moon.

a happy birthday to me on this 10th

Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.

She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.

This life, a gift from the Almighty GOD. But I wonder SOMETIMES if He had let us see first, see what’s here, what lingers in hearts, what other souls are capable of, would any of us have accepted this beloved gift of existence?

Personally, I don't think I would but I thank him now that am here, now that I know that with him this all chaos is bearable.