"Even when life is as hard as it gets, I know I don't have to rely on religion to make it past all the struggles.
I have my own strength for that."
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[Oh, you understand the amount of personal strength and respect I love them but I cannot give myself for them not to eat this other half. That lights up.]
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Good morning my beautiful bloggers!!its been a minute, sorry about that. I’ve been focusing on a couple other things that needed my attention.
In saying that I do have a bit of something new for you. It’s definitely not finished yet but I had to wring some ideas from my brain while I had them.
Love you all! I’ll be back soon with something more polished.
I’m looking at you from a distance
And from here you seem to glow.
You only see what lies ahead,
There’s so much you don’t know.
You’ve clambered up a mountain
And sit exhausted near the peak.
You think you’ll never get there.
You think it’s out of reach.
Stand up tall, shoulders back
Take a breath and turn around,
I’ll shout it at you loud as I can
From down here on the ground.
You’ve already conquered this
So open and believe your eyes
To look upon the trial you’ve blazed
And debunk all those lies.
You are no imposter,
You are not worthless or weak
You’ve already come so far
So be brave and take a peek.
Standing on a Rocky Mountain side
Chest tight and out of breath
I’ve been fighting this forever
Please now just let me rest.
I’m scared to open my eyes
Lest I see how weak I am
You think you’ve seen some strength
But you don’t know that it’s pretend.
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Strength
Sometimes she feels weak
She gets angry
But then she reminds herself
She has survived something
Which has killed so many
She might feel weak
But she is stronger
Than anyone will ever know
She battles demons every day
And every morning she wakes up
She has won another fight
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Buttercup begins to wail as well. No matter what I do, he won’t go. He circles me, just out of reach, as wave after wave of sobs racks my body, until eventually I fall unconscious. But he must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable acts. Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, he’s there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night. In the morning, he sits stoically as I clean the cuts, but digging the thorn from his paw brings on a round of those kitten mews. We both end up crying again, only this time we comfort each other.
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watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.
like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.
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