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I know it’s difficult. Trust me, I do. There is a dark space in my mind which I slip in and out of, and often I am lost there for days. Sometimes even longer. 


But that’s okay. We all get exhausted with fighting after a while, and battling with your own mind is one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. 


Just know that there is a light, even if you can’t always see it, and you must go to that. The darkness can be overwhelming but you are stronger, and one day you’ll forget it’s even there at all. 

—  Fight the darkness (24/05/15, 22:53)
strength is allowing yourself to need another being. strength is the act of love at the least deserving instant for the least deserving person. strength is the composure kept as those you care for seem to do everything in their power to hurt you. strength is then finding the will to let go. strength is sticking to your decision at your most vulnerable times. strength is trust, trusting someone new. & strength is in fact starting this cycle again, knowing that in being strong you may feel to be at your very weakest.
—  briannefoolsurvivor of a broken heart

I know something happened that made you stop loving. I don’t think you were even aware of it. But something happened & you slowly stopped loving. Quietly & without even realizing it, you tucked away your heart behind layers of protection. So tightly wrapped that it could hardly beat, & the light in your eyes began to fade.

But I know that one day, you will be ready to start loving again. & your heart will break free from your own lock & key.

—  & the spark in your eyes will shine again.

Thank you for reading… 2,852,901 people have been killed or injured fighting for this country. That’s nearly 3 million people that have stepped up to fight for our freedom and have been impacted because of it. Memorial Day has become a day off from work for most. To truly grasp the magnitude of Memorial Day is challenging unless you have experienced the fight. Having fought for freedom myself and lost more brothers than I can count on both hands, every day is Memorial Day. I will take this opportunity to share with you why it should be for you, too.

While you sit here and read this, what are doing? Are you driving in your car, or staring at your iPhone while you’re in a place free from conflict? Can you travel from state to state without getting harassed and stopped? Do you have the freedom to make this life what you want it to be? I encourage you to look deep within our history and realize that NONE of this would exist without putting it on the shoulders of the men and women willing and able to give it all for us… I feel as a whole, our society has become less connected with what the cost of freedom has been over the years because most haven’t felt the impact directly. I asked a bunch of people yesterday where Arlington was and the answer was not in VA… It saddens me to think we have the freedom to do what we please and create an amazing life, but it can be left unknown how we got to this point. It is so important that we educate our young people on what our nation was founded upon and what it took to get here. I encourage you all to embrace this weekend as a reminder of the sacrifices made by our soldiers and their families and encourage people you know to thank ones they know. Take time to appreciate all of the freedoms we have. When you support our warriors, they will support you

—  Dom Raso Jr. (U.S. Navy SEAL)

anonymous asked:

No matter what you do or say, from the moment a male is born he is stronger than a female counterpart. If you look at the stats of the olympics, you'll see that men in sports have better times/amount/whatever. Men are stronger than women. If you face off a man and a woman in a boxing ring and they are equally matched, the man will win. If you search it up, you'll see women cry more than men on average. Keep posting. But you're not getting anywhere.

twin-wavelength asked:

Let's do cullen fem! Trevelyan with #1 please!

In case you missed it, you can see Katwynne Trevelyan’s appearance here.


Scars

(Cullen + Trevelyan - A Touch)

Cullen was surprised when he found the Inquisitor sitting along the battlements. She was curled in on herself, her back against the stone wall, her face buried in her hands. Katwynne heard his approach, looking mortified as she glanced up, quickly wiping at her cheeks. “Is everything alright?” he asked. “Did something happen?”

She pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head. “It’s fine. Nothing happened. Nothing specific. It’s just…” She let out a frustrated huff, rubbing her hands over her face. “Maker, this is embarrassing. I’m sure it’s not exactly comforting for you to find the Herald of Andraste having an emotional breakdown.”

“I believe I’m more sympathetic to that than you’d expect,” he said quietly. She let out a slow, shaky breath as he leaned against the wall beside her. “Would it help to tell me what’s troubling you?”

“It’s silly.”

“I doubt that.”

She studied his face for a moment before lowering her gaze, picking at her fingers. “Most days I can handle it. I don’t think about the responsibilities or the fact that everyone is depending on me to save the world. But sometimes I can’t help but question why Andraste chose me when my life has been nothing but chaos for the past year. I feel like I just can’t get my footing. Nothing is stable anymore and I feel like I’m being pushed along, you know? Just moving from one tragedy to the next and I can’t help feeling like this time isn’t going to be any different.” She paused, shaking her head, crossing her arms against her chest. “That probably sounds horrible, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all,” he said.

“Do you know why I left Ostwick? Why I was even at the Conclave?” Her brow furrowed, eyes wet as he shook his head. “Our Circle fell because the Templars attacked us. Some of us wanted to leave. We said the Circles had been dissolved, that they had no right to keep us there. We weren’t being violent but we didn’t exactly go willingly when they tried to lock us all in our rooms. Tensions escalated. Things got out of hand. Knight-Commander Walton ordered his men to stop us by any means necessary.” Cullen said nothing, watching as she pursed her lips, obviously struggling to maintain her composure. “Some of them refused, but most of them… How do you follow an order like that? People you’ve been living alongside for years and then suddenly you cut them down like it’s nothing?”

Cullen lowered his gaze. He knew precisely what that took. As a younger man, he would have followed that order without question. He would not have enjoyed it but he would have seen it as justified to kill her and her kind if they were trying to escape. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean you, Cullen.” She let out a slow sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. It’s just that… Maker, I can’t even look in the mirror without thinking about that night.”

“Is that how you got your scars?”

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When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
—  Jacob Riis