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🀄️reflecting on richonne
I just wanna do some quick manifesting:
Rick and Michonne WILL have an on-screen reunion with RJ and Judith.
It’s gotta happen. It’s gonna happen. 😌🙏🏽
Now, I don’t have any confirmation about this whatsoever but I’m speaking it into existence lol. I truly hadn’t even considered a scenario where we don’t see them reunite with their babies, but I know there’s some concern out there that we might not see their family reunion. But, y’all, I feel confident we don’t have to worry.
And why do I feel confident? Because I trust Danai. And Andy too, of course. It’s just y’all, I know the Danai Gurira knows how important it is that Rick and Michonne are seen reuniting with their children as they close out their story. Danai is the one who knew Michonne needed a special moment with Carl in his final episode and with Rick in his final episode (which the fact that both moments almost didn’t happen when they should have been a given from the jump remains mind-boggling to me…but nevertheless, Danai knew it was needed and we got incredibly heartfelt final scenes with her and her 2 Grimes’ boys in TWD). I know anything can happen (or not happen), but with the way she and Andy know how important it is for this family to have their moments when things come to an end, I just strongly feel like we can still anticipate a Grimes Family 2.0 reunion at some point in this miniseries (that I’ve been calling “7x12: The TV Show” lol).
No matter how brief and no matter when, we will see both Rick and Michonne return to their kids. It’s gotta happen. It’s gonna happen. 😌👌🏽
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ninjagoat · 2 years
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Initial SHE-HULK Thoughts: it takes roughly six episodes for a show to become what it is
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katzllale · 1 year
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There will be days when life does not seem so bad. Days when joy visits us again. Days when we are reminded that even in the depth of grief, joy is still possible, joy can still exist. And I hope that those days will hold enough weight to keep us tethered to life, and convince us that life is still worth holding on to. Because if the good days found us before, they will surely find us again. And again. And again.
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toothfairyjournal · 1 year
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Day 10:
181222
Had classes, some of them got canceled.. so i went back home and tried to get my shit together and start studying :")
Ps: found that written on the table i was sitting on ;_;
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sleepy-seal · 1 year
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other timeline? like- our timeline, or a different one? or do you not know?
PPROBLY THE ONE YYOU’RE FROM.
MMAybe SSOMEthing went WRRONG?
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graylikethecolor42 · 1 year
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I just finished reading Usagi Yojimbo Senso…
That shit ✨HURTED✨
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fatecanberewritten · 1 year
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All the light in his life had gone and there he was, thinking he could still see the sun.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (transl. C. Donougher)
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flameheartt · 1 year
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Lets do a check on everyone mental health!!
How are holding up?
As for me Ive been in bed all week barely getting up just sleeping staring into space :/
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e-v-es · 1 year
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I wanna believe romance exists. I hope it exists. It’s one of the few things I hold onto….🏳️‍🌈❤️🍂
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surrpphiction · 1 year
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My life will get better once I finally leave this place & cut everyone off. Til then, hold on tight me. I'll get through this.
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artuurle · 2 years
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covered in bad sunburn so art is still slow still but take my dnd related sketches i made to cope w session
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love playing a character going through it every five seconds and about to start biting when a pseudo villain is revealed to be an evil fuzzy orb.
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confessionsofcalling · 4 months
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Midnight
Another midnight, another year.
It is impossibly different and impossibly the same. I am lying in bed with my gorgeous dog. I have cried tears, I have felt grateful and I felt unbelievably exhausted. I have hurt so much and healed so much and hurt so much all over again.
I am taking a big breath in and letting it slowly easy out again. What I painful and beautiful thing it is that I am still alive at also the midnight again. That I am here to see another year.
I am meeting myself here at midnight, and meeting again all my past selves that have sobbed through the night and woken up puffy to January first and little no hope. I feel sad. No denying it. But maybe this year I am just a tad more hopeful than devastated. I’m calling that a huge achievement.
If New Year is the time when people decide to take leaps, to do more or less of this and that in the coming year then I can think about the gentlest ways to leave the crappy stuff behind and try to find more light.
Maybe this year I can start to love my body a tiny bit more.
Maybe this year I can trust myself a bit more.
Maybe this year I can be present just a bit more often.
Or maybe this year I’ll just survive.
But for the first time I think staying alive is a more achievable goal. Boy isn’t that crazy.
I imagine God holding my hand as a step over the line of another year. He is so kind to me. I have questions sure, I have doubts, but I have enough faith to feel that if no one else gets just how hard it is to ignore the horrible voice in your head, God gets it. He will work everything for good in its time. Even if that’s impossible to believe right now.
I am breathing in and out again. I am lucky because I can do that freely. I am reflecting on that impossible similarity and that impossible change. I have more feckless than last year, my hair is a different colour, I am in a different house with different coloured walls. And yet, I am me and I am a bundle of energy and joy and tiredness and trauma and the world is still broken.
But in my breath I can believe that there is an eternal force that somehow means as I am breathing here in this little house by the river, somewhere a million miles away someone else is breathing at the same pace, crossing midnight and choosing life still. And so I will hang onto my faith in a God that cares for the most wounded and fragile people and places. And I will relish however heartbreaking the chance to wake up tomorrow and try again.
When I have fallen this year, God has told me, get up beloved child.
When I have won this year God has said, well done beloved child.
When I have been exhausted God has said, rest beloved child.
So the midnight circumstances change, but the truth remains the same, beloved child. That’s me and that’s you.
This is, as always, such a mess of word vomit and love and bad grammar and hope and all the things.
Hey midnight.
Hey fellow traveler.
We made it, once again.
Keep on keeping on.
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abhiiinayy · 7 months
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he.
In a world that often seemed unkind, He strived to see the good, in heart and mind. Turning darkness into light, he'd try, Even when others left hope to die.
Belief in love burned deep within his chest, Yearning for a connection, his heart's request. Desperation led him on a quest, To find a love that would truly last.
Life's trials and people's ways, Taught him love's not just a passing phase. Yet, he never gave up on his dream, Holding onto hope, though it may seem extreme.
He walked a path, solitude his guide, Shielding his heart, feelings locked inside. For he longed for a love that's pure and true, A bond that would reveal what souls can do.
No casual affairs, no fleeting embrace, He craved a love with depth and grace. A love that would make him someone's first, A connection that's boundless, never to be rehearsed.
He believed in love's transformative art, Revealing the hidden depths of every heart. For he knew that love, when pure and vast, Could bring a beauty that forever would last. ~abhiiinayy
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absolutelygrounded · 1 year
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Making it.
emotionally on the fritz.
my sweet boyfriend went to rehab today. (we call it a retreat) he'll be gone for 6 months. he won't have his phone the entire time. the first 28 days are blackout days for him. he won't be able to see any family, no contact, nothing. after those 28 days, visitors are allowed every Sunday from 9-3 pm. and after those 28 days, he can write letters. so we're minimizing it from 6 months to 28 days. and then i can see him.
this past week we have shared so much love and encouragement for each other. i have never felt closer to him than this past week, but larger scale this past month. he wants to get help. he wants to go to a place that will help him with his addiction and teach him how to rely on Jesus for our every need. and i think that's so freaking awesome. i am so excited for him and this journey and i want to only love and support him through this. this will do wonders for our relationship and only build us up to be stronger.
but it's still hard. and i sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks, sad because i miss him. he is someone who i spent the last 11 months (tomorrow) with. and we have been THROUGH it together. and the days leading up to his retreat have been spent in conversation about our future and our goals. we get along so well, we line up so well, he makes me feel so comfortable and he values me completely. he makes me feel loved in a way that i have never felt before, and i love him like no other love i've experienced before. our relationship has been so messy, but we continually grow and change and want to be better for each other (hence his retreat). he's someone i don't want to stop growing with, he's someone i want to continue to share my life and build a family with. i think he's really awesome.
i don't know how to close this, or what to close this with. i'm so happy for him. i am so so sooooooo freaking proud of him and think he's so strong and courageous for making this change in his life. (and it's not because of me, and honestly, there's just too much detail to get into) i am so in love with him and the man he is and the man he's trying to be, and how can i not want to continue to love and pour into him? he makes it so easy for me to love him and i am so blessed by God to have this relationship and to have him in my life.
God is good. He is worthy of my praise. He's got us in His hands and i know that i can lay down to rest every night with peace, knowing that He's got this. Thank you, Lord.
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landsofmyth · 6 days
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i was thinking “oh wouldn’t it be funny if buddy dawn also met helio, was supremely disappointed, and joined up with kristen and cassandra” and then i realised that he won’t do any of that. buddy dawn is not going to meet helio because buddy dawn is not his chosen one. buddy dawn was a teenage boy manipulated by his church since early childhood and now he is just a dead one.
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goffjames · 1 year
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Poetry - Senryū - Holding onto Hope - A Poem by Goff James
Poetry – Senryū – Holding onto Hope – A Poem by Goff James
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