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wiirocku · 5 months
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Job 5:17 (NIV) - “Blessed is the one whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
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thatsbelievable · 8 months
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This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Walt Whitman, in the Preface to Leaves of Grass
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evren-sadwrn · 4 months
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Hey! I appreciate you for appeasing my marquis hyperfixation. Could you do some headcanons with a gender neutral reader?
hiii!! of course i can!! (i love other people who are hyperfixated on him bc i am too lol)
warnings: none
only sweet things here<3
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‪♡ In the rare cases where he wakes up before you, he’ll make sure you’re not falling off the bed
‪♡ Well, it’s just rare for him to be waking up before you
‪♡ He’ll pester you to go to places
‪♡ Well it really just depends on your mood or what you’re feeling
‪♡ Sometimes it’s easy for him to get you to go somewhere with him!
‪♡ ….sometimes it’s not!
‪♡ “Please, amour, you know I’m not strong enough to pull you—”
‪♡ His love language is gift giving and just being overall really clingy
‪♡ He has a great memory aswell
‪♡ If you say something that you need or want, expect in the next two to three days
‪♡ Or maybe just in a few hours
‪♡ It depends really
‪♡ Vincent just really loves giving gifts since he gets to
‪♡ Literally amazing at gift wrapping
‪♡ If you’re an art nerd like him, you’ll definitely have fun talking to him when he’s half asleep or when he’s just reminded
‪♡ He loves art and if you’re an artist, he will not stop talking about it
‪♡ Vincent has a sweet tooth it’s honestly kind of obvious
‪♡ No matter how much he says it’s kind of childish for him to enjoy sugar
‪♡ He will still enjoy dessert
‪♡ And he’ll probably try and get you to eat some aswell
‪♡ “Can you make sure it’s not poisoned?”
‪♡ “Am I really gonna save you from poisoned vanilla pudding?”
‪♡ “Just one bite!”
‪♡ You two spend lots of time just talking
‪♡ In your shared place, outdoors, on benches, in cars…
‪♡ He likes to play with you by purposely pushing you back into your car seat
‪♡ Just so he can open the door of the car for you
‪♡ Of course, you do it back to him and it always catches him off guard
‪♡ Vincent is the one usually giving gifts to you
‪♡ So when you got him a gift for the first time(a painting you thought he would like)
‪♡ He was so happy!
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babessinfoihand · 2 years
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joyxsadness · 2 days
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Updated family tree. Yeah Shame and Fawnirony are Lucky, Harmony and Insecurity’s cousins. A friend came up with the name Fawnirony. Most of my art is on instagram https://www.instagram.com/cute_joyxsadness?igsh=MW13emZxOXh6ejNheQ%3D%3D&utm_source=qr
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ruins-of-her-peace · 3 months
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I am the anger, the madness running through my veins.
I am the dagger, the hand that's cutting off my wings.
I am my own rage, my own despise,
I am the teeth that's gnawing at my mind.
I am my own rope to tie around my neck.
I am the shovel that's digging out my grave.
I am the misery, I am the grief,
I am my own angel, my own disease.
𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩
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1randomperson15 · 3 months
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Why are there so many more words for hate than love in english? Please I just want to write a nice comment without using "love" and "adore" over and over again. Meanwhile I can think of like ten different words for hate right now. Why.
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j-august · 2 years
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Vimes hated and despised the privileges of rank, but they had this to be said for them: at least they meant that you could hate and despise them in comfort.
Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant
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katierosefun · 2 years
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me, any time i feel the slightest bit of inhuman rage: wow what a han joo won kinnie moment!
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wiirocku · 1 year
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Romans 2:4 (NKJV) - Or do you despise the riches of His goodness, forbearance, and longsuffering, not knowing that the goodness of God leads you to repentance?
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thatsbelievable · 8 months
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lynderman · 1 year
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Excuse the next paragraph but,
WHY THE FUCK NOT ME? WHY AM I JUST A FRIEND? WHY CAN HE NOT SEE ME LIKE THAT? WHY CAN I NOT BE THE ONE HE’S IN LOVE WITH. Out of everyone. All the girls who’ve fucked him over or two timed him. The ones who don’t spare him a second glance. Why not me? Why can’t he give me a second glance? I’m always the one he talks to. The one who listens and doesn’t judge him. I’m one of the only people who’s stayed by his side and valued him more then he does himself. Why can’t he love me? Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Everytime I talk to him it’s just a:
“Even though I can’t have his heart, he will always have mine.”
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olaogun · 1 year
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Mafia's secret (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/331914931-mafia%27s-secret?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Mar044938&wp_originator=F7huG9h%2FIoAIYrN6BK3oZpMrsMJiqc%2BqrSxo5hl8CaBMez%2FJaMttsKLgS1zl%2BdLr02TPP3krDv%2BJF1CUvOI5ATCcWOlNkOBSx5JpnmoOdwYOvAinFGEFs0xLP9t27Q0F Highest ranking(1st place in the admired books.) A cold and dangerous mafia and its gangs emerged in the kingdom of Emerald. When the queen of the kingdom heard about them she use every dangerous way to catch them but all was in vain, The mafia, on the other hand, had secretly admired the beauty and the powerful queen and he wasn't the only one, Her kingdom and far away kingdoms have always admired the Queen's bravery and beauty. As we all know the kingdom of emerald is loaded with dangerous criminals and the queen has successfully caught them all until now. But the mafia does not dare say a word about the interest he has in the queen if so his gangs known called the dogs of hell, will neglect him, will despise him, and hate him. So he continued his cold and criminal act as their boss because he couldn't bear to let that happen. Is the queen successfully going to capture the cold but hot mafia? Or is the mafia going to win the queen's love and chose her against his gangs who have been with him forever? Let's find out. 13+ Readers All Rights Reserved! You do not allow your work to be used or adapted in any way without your permission. Queen Rose Tushar/ The Mafia Isabel/ The queen maid and close friend! Prime Minister! Commander/ The leader of the soldiers.
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stewupdate · 1 year
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One of Many
She stared at them with envy and anger.
Especially anger.
She didn’t despise them for the people they were—in different circumstances, they could have been friends. But she loathed the fact that other people found them worthy—no, worthier, than her. 
She wanted to be different, because she felt like so. She thought she knew how to touch people heart’s with her words, she thought that her differences would make her special. And she knew that not everyone would have seen her that way—unusual, undefined—but she imagined that the right people would. She dreamed of them accepting her, her work, her soul. She chose not to be a robot and told them about herself.
But they wanted robots.
And so, she was discarded, thrown out in the rest of the pile.
Too bad that she is, not was, me.
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