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Prove myself that I’m always good enough for everybody. I don’t live to be a replica of someone & I live the way I am.
A man came here like no other,
My King, my lord and my redeemer,
Who am I and why me?
I am left to wonder
That a man should die,
To save me dishonour.
I am ashamed, quivering and anguish
Oh lord is cast upon me…
To know that you died
For a sinner like me?
All praise and honour I give unto you,
My king and redeemer,
I give my life back to you.
You saved me from sin,
And dishonour within,
I am at your mercy,
My Lord,
My King of Kings.
You gave me new life,
And redeemed my soul,
I love and adore you,
And must let it be told.
I will make it my will,
To let the world know,
That your love for us cannot,
Be bought nor sold.
For none have seen,
The paradise he’s promised,
If only we believe…
He came here to die,
And because of his love,
We shall dwell together,
With the almighty above.
Make him your king,
And let him be praised,
And goodness and honour,
Shall follow you always…
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Moms know everything. She knows I’ve been gone a few times this past week and that I’ve snuck inside (sometimes not so quietly) long after four in the morning. I think she knows I’m not drinking or doing drugs but I’m not sure. Sometimes I wonder how bad she thinks I am. A few days ago she was angry at me for thinking that I would host some wild party while she’s gone. Mom, when’s the last time I’ve come home stumbling and slurring? Have I ever come home stumbling and slurring? I’ve been feeling high for days. I’m in this chill mood and I can’t seem to snap out of it. The only times I’ve been able to fully be aware are those moments when I’ve been with him. It’s not that life is better or more exciting with him but my mind switches to living in the moment mode, which is really hard for me to do, even in yoga. This is exactly what happened with the last boy. I’m there; I’m really there and sometimes I feel so much I need to step away from him for a moment to fully absorb my emotions before they overwhelm me. We would have great sex. Maybe. I mean, he’s the first one who’s waited for me and listens to me and doesn’t keep asking me if I want to have sex after I’ve said no. I don’t know if I’d want my first time where I’m not pressured to be outside of a relationship, though. Last night I was weighing the pros and cons but only for a moment, before he swept me back to being with him. When I walk outside, the morning after, the world is so beautiful that I can barely stand it. I never notice unless I’m really alive, living in the moment. I asked him why he liked sex and he said a million things and they overwhelmed me. I’d never thought of any of them before because I’ve never been in the moment and I’m too distracted by what happened in the past. He’s missing something, though, something that he had. It seems you’ve never been in love. Maybe it’s for the best because I’ve never been in love, either. It won’t be special but it might be nice.
(Source: floatingouttosea)
If I told you exactly what I wanted in this relationship, I wouldn’t even know where to start. I can’t get close to people easily, years of emotional fucking turmoil has gotten me so jaded I find it hard to share love, hate and any other emotions besides sadness (not because I’m a pussy but because everyone knows that feeling so well it’s impossible to forget). Anyway I had only wanted a fuck at the beginning of course, but regardless of what was though by anyone (especially yourself) I had grown to care about you quite a lot. It may have been hard to see under my off-putting defense mechanisms but I think it was most obvious when nothing was being said. I often stared at you just thinking about your features and motions and the like with a reproachful look returned to me. I would have liked to continue seeing you on a romantic level but I don’t think I will see you at all because I don’t want to/cant not think of you in that way. My fondness for you will lessen eventually, preferably soon because I hate the thought of me thinking about you and you not returning the favour. I wish there was something i could do. I look forward to not seeing you, but seeing you when I interact with anything that I can relate to you… I’d like my Rooney shirt back please, but keep the really soft sweater
Lover
Devon
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Pause. Think for a minute: will you really be truly happy if you lose those last ten pounds? The answer is no. You won’t be happy. You’ll be wondering why you still look like you did when you were ten pounds heavier and why you’re old clothes still fit and why you don’t look as skinny as you thought you’d to be. Then you’ll be wondering how you’ll maintain your weight, since you’ve been slowly starving yourself for the past few months, eating nothing but protein and vegetables. You’ll be exhausted and you’ll wonder how many more days you can spend three hours running while you’re still on your six hundred calorie diet. You might even try diet pills… or worse. They won’t work, though. They won’t give you what you really want. You won’t be happy until you accept your body for what it is. Look in the mirror and see that your body is your body and you need to take care of it and be kind to it and love it. It is yours. You need to take care of it. It’s your responsibility. Treat your body with respect. Learn to love yourself.
Written by health enthusiast, vegan and yoga master, PeacockFeatherz.
(Source: floatingouttosea)
My journey from India to Singapore , was for the purpose of my convocation , my master’s degree . That day ,ofcourse was special to me , meeting with old friends , who have moved to different parts of the world , and had come all the way to attend the momentous occasion . The memories of old times to be revived once again .Among all these things to meet old friends , attend the convocation , revisit the places where we had spent a lot of time together , was the moment of meeting my date , a special lady who is studying in singapore . That night was special , had to get gifts for her , my first date with her , met her near clarke Quay , wanted to spend a romantic evening with her , so had planned out things accordingly .I took her for a boat ride , and then for a dinner at chijmes , a very lovely and one of most vibrant places in singapore , and best place to spend some time with the person you want to know better , the only reason for all this was i wanted her to remember that moment , the time which she spent with me. After having dinner , i dropped her at her residence. It was a lovely evening , i had with her .The moment has been captured in both our memories , and like the memories which i had revived on the day of my convocation with my friends , i hope and if its in our destiny , would like to revive the memory with her again , some time soon.
If I was given the chance, I would start this night all over again. I’d step back and think of what I had to say before blurting it out like an outrageous baboon on shrooms. It hurts me that you are even considering distancing yourself from me just because you’re afraid you’ll get hurt. I’m terrified and it was just stupid of me to even joke in that way. I just wish to make it better.
It’s not always the male in the relationship who messes things up. Some times the guy in the relationship is the one hurt and the girl is the one screwing things over. But you know what, I’m going to make it my goal to make you feel like a King again.
A gentle kiss on the nose was all it took to send shivers down my spine. Maybe it was because I knew this would be the last time, that this would be it. I always thought love was meant to last. But I guess that was the difference between you and I. I couldn’t understand how it was so easy for you to walk in and out of my life. And there you went, too far out of reach, too far gone to feel my love.
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Am I a fool for being afraid?
I still get jumpy crossing that street.
The seventh of each month is a horrible reminder.
The scar on my leg is even worse.
I never feel safe now, I’m so jumpy.
No one even cares,
Not a soul notices.
She’s just herself.
No. I’m not myself.
I’m scared as fuck crossing the street.
What if I get hit again?
And if someone’s speeding, I won’t be able to get out of the way.
Is it okay for me to be so afraid?
I cry almost every night because I never got these feelings out.
“What happened with your leg?” You say.
“I was hit by a car.”
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