so somehow i fell asleep right after i watched supernatural last night
and i had a dream about supernatural and somehow got myself to think that it was still the episode
and god damn was i disappointed to wake up and not go on tumblr to see “KSSSBJVGJSOG:BSPAFUAJBSIAGVBGUSOGSK I CAN’T BELIUEVE DEAN ACTUALLY TOLD CASTIEL THAT HE LOVED HIM DSMFBHKSFGK”
I want a tattoo very bad but I am having so much trouble making a choice on what I want. I want a tattoo for the the four things I love more than anything. Harry Potter, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Doctor Who. I have a few ideas I am just not sold yet. All four of those things means so much to me. They have all taught me life lessons.
Harry Potter: I have no idea what I want.
Star Wars: Do or do not. There is no try.
Lord of the Rings: Not all those who wander are lost.
Doctor Who: No idea again.
I just don’t know. Poop.
I have to stop letting my illness embarrass me.
I was in Spanish class today and our project had to be memorized and read out loud. Well it was basically the worst presentation ever.
I had memorized my sentences well, but right when I started I spazzed out trying to say “ficticiosa” I couldn’t even spit out the whole word. My teacher had to say it for me.
Then I kept blanking out at some moments and when I tried to read my brain didn’t catch on.
Ugh I couldn’t have been more spastic. And when I got to my seat, I wanted to cry.
Dammit brain, what is wrong with you?
When it’s freaking 1am and I have to get up at 7 to go to work the next day, you’re all about all the awesome fanfiction and fanart and fanstuff and tumblr and isn’t everything so awesome I want to make everything squee!
And now that it’s a lazy friday evening and I have no plans for days, all that motivation vanishes.
There are some things inside my heart
That I just want to forget. Just completely and utterly. Because I’m so dumb and stupid and insecure and immature and needy and annoying.
But the beauty of this ride has been that God’s grace covers all—and it becomes absolutely and utterly and completely nothing about what I’ve done, but what God’s doing. Forgiving, mending, loving, pursuing, changing, clinging…yeah, clinging onto His beloved children.
Kind of like how He clung for us on the cross. Or no, exactly like that.
So Grace stop thinking about yourself and all the wrong and bad things you’ve done. Stop and think about Christ clinging. And have your heart renewed—no longer bound by the things you’ve done, but freed in Christ.