Within the shadows
Christianity is not a contest to see who can be the best. It’s not about who’s does not like songs that cuss, who does not go see R rated movies, and who wears a suit on Sunday. Christianity to me is the fact that all of us are equally screwed up and Jesus took pity and rescued me. Christianity to me is not a contest. I’m a loser and so are you. JESUS is the winner and the only victory I have is through him!
March 2011
February 2011
I get much too lonely in silence. It scares me and makes me cry. I hate these moments.
I always wonder "If I should die, how would my internet friends find it out?"
*gasp* 0.0 I think of this often.
Tomorrow is suicide prevention day. Don't forget to wear blue and support the cause.
lets-blow-a-hole-in-this-town:
IT GETS BETTER.
This is important, even with the Libya stuff.
There’s hope out there. I promise.
Suicide is never the answer.
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Why isn’t suicide prevention day EVERY day? My suicide prevention dog works her ass off every, I make suicide awareness and prevention every day.
^^ This.
“A dictator cannot be allowed to shun the foreign press, and to shut off his country, and kill his people, and not have anybody not know their names and the struggles they are undergoing… The world should know what’s happening.”
—Anderson Cooper on Libya (via lifeaficionada)
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Mainstream does not mean good.
Mainstream does not mean bad.
Underground does not mean good.
Underground does not mean bad.Some people really need to be reminded of this, so that they don’t act like pretentious know-it-all fucks when other people haven’t…
I'm a Rock kind of girl, but there are those days when I'm so fed up with a boy's behavior-I instantly become one of those Country girls who sings Carrie Underwood's "Songs like this" with enough passion it's like I'm punching the poor bastard who made me feel this way.
If I could say one thing to him-it would be this
We opened Pandora’s box together, we bathed in the forbidden. We shared secrets that shouldn’t have left our lips. You were captivated by the mystery in me, and I of the mystery in your eyes. In between endless hours of talking, fighting, defending- I fell in love with you. Yet you always treated me the same: You treated me as a sister, yet you protected me as a lover.
If I was to go back, I would only take back three words that ruined a wonderful friendship. Even if it didn’t always feel that way.
