“Cain said to the Lord, ‘My punishment is too great to bear! Behold, You have driven me this day from the face of the ground; and from Your face I will be hidden, and I will be a vagrant and a wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.’But the Lord said to him, ‘Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.’ Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.” [Genesis 4:13-15]
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Game of Thrones: House wallpapers - by 7Narwen
Absolutely amazing, these would make an awesome t-shirt design too.
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You have no reason to be jealous, Christian. You own me body and soul.
Fifty Shades Darker, p. 168.
i don’t know if that “me” was a typo or if she was doing an irish brogue type deal (i’m pretty sure it was a typo) but either way it’s just awful.
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I legit couldn’t stop laughing at this for a solid five minutes. It was a little out of control. I just keep picturing a leprechaun. “You own me body and soul, and me lucky charms!”
Holy shit. Once Upon A Time. Holy shit. Just…bravo. I had my doubts, but wow. That is how you pull off a season finale. I thought we wouldn’t have revelations like that until the end of the damn show.
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ALL THE FEELS. ALL OF THEM.
What’s up this fad of drawing cartoonish people with red or otherwise discolored noses? I’m really curious.
Frankly I find it kind of off-putting.
it won’t be what you thought
This is not what I pictured when I thought about being 26. I thought I’d be older. We would have the kind of mailbox you could hit with a baseball bat from a moving car. ”We” would be a thing I said. I would constantly be presenting things. That’s all I would do - point at powerpoint presentations about growth. This would, for some reason, get me promoted. We would have a house on St. John, one in Aspen, and a flat in New York. I didn’t know what a flat was.
No one would tell me I was pretty anymore. I wouldn’t care if I was. Getting drunk was for teenagers. I thought I’d stop laughing when people said things like, “it’s floppy.”
I didn’t know that this was when I’d start to feel real fire. I didn’t know the sex would be this good, the parties would be this fun, the victories would be this big. I didn’t know we’d still be smoking and drinking. I didn’t know I’d be running and competing. I didn’t know that both would make me long for delivered pad thai on the couch. I really had no idea sex would be this good.
No one told me I’d still tape things to my wall. No one told me my favorite possession would be something I made. No one told me I’d still make acceptance speeches in the mirror. No one told me I’d still make funny faces when people walked away. No one told me how silly I would be.
I go to the dentist. I wash my fruit. I growl at myself when my mouth is full of toothpaste. I worry about my bills. I worry when I’m late. I worry when you’re late. I worry. I sing in the stairwell and I give kids the side-eye because why are you looking at me? MY OVARIES AREN’T ON YET, STOP TRYING TO ACTIVATE THEM.
I still play pretend. I still get scared when the closet door is left open. I still can’t sleep with a foot hanging over the edge of the bed. The country still scares me more than the city, and cops still give me the urge to run. Baking gives me irrepressible joy, and I still hate cooking solely because I’m terrible at it. I really like cuddling; I act like I don’t.
I didn’t know I’d be a writer with tattoos living in an airy apartment with strangers. I didn’t know people would call me a sweetheart. I didn’t know I would miss religion. I didn’t know that science would become a hobby. I didn’t know what a battle it would be to balance the two.
I figured I’d be happy, but not this much. I figured I’d be healthy, but not with these ailments. I thought I’d be in love, but not with a city. I am seeing that age is arbitrary, that life is good.
But there is a loneliness to life, a certain type of grief that settles at the bottom of the pan, so you must stir and stir and stir. If you are sedentary in life, so shall you be in your heart. And the bitter taste is only a reminder that it needs some salt, some pepper, some attention. Stir.
Call your parents. Write a letter to your best friend. Thank your old teachers. Buy someone dinner. Say hello. Say thank you and look people in the eye when you do. Look up. Stretch. Clean your filthy keyboard. Throw out the soda. Drink tap water. Build an immune system. Walk a different way home. Buy a fruit you don’t recognize. Even the most tried and true ingredients can make something astounding when mixed in a new way, but you have to mix for new results. You need to try if you’re eager to change.
Life isn’t going to be what you think, people aren’t who you assume, and opportunities are rarely gift-wrapped on your doorstep. Write your epic and burn it with ambition.
What would you tell your 5-year-old self if you could? To not worry, because life resolves and you’ll be ok.
And what would your 50-year-old self tell you now? To go for it, because you can and because you should.
Learn from all the versions of yourself that life is best lived when you’re living it without reservation, without hesitation, without worry, and with a whole lotta gall.
this is beautiful
