The Bible says, “Be careful how you act; these are difficult days. Don’t be fools; be wise: make the most of every opportunity you have for doing good” (Ephesians 5:15-16 TLB). The Bible urges us to seize the moment and act now. To live a life with unfulfilled dreams is a tragedy. Ships aren’t made for the harbour. They’re made to set sail. So are you ready to set sail?
Philippians 2:5-11 (TLB) Your attitude should be the kind that was shown us by Jesus Christ, who, though he was God, did not demand and cling to his rights as God, but laid aside his mighty power and glory, taking the disguise of a slave and becoming like men. And he humbled himself even further, going so far as actually to die a criminal’s death on a cross.
Yet it was because of this that God raised him up to the heights of heaven and gave him a name which is above every other name, that at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
What Did Your Past Relationship Teach You: that people don’t really want to see you again once you’ve left the school you went to for 8 years
Religious Or Spiritual: uhhh…. both?
Favourite Colour: YELLOW
Average Hours Of Sleep: like 10 idk
Lucky Number: 0.7734
Favourite character: ALL I KNOW IS YELLOWWWWW
How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: 1 or 2 really fluffy ones
Dream Job: ANIMATOR
Board games, video games or tabletop games?: video games
Do you have any OCs? If yes, talk about a couple of them!: YES YESYESYESYESYESYESSSSSSSS I have 8 of them for Pokemon stuffs, and 1 in-progress Steven universe OC.
2 of them Falcon says I can’t talk about but I really want to, but I’m not going to because I love falcon no romo
One thing you wish was canon in a fiction story/fandom?: my fanfic probably ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) okay wait why did I just do that THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THAT EEVEE NO NEED FOR THAAAAT
Favourite thing to draw/ write about/ think about?: yellowwwwww and my OC’s
The strangest song you like (and a link to it if possible!): i have no idea lol
A book/story/fanfiction you read recently and would recommend (doesn’t have to be fiction): THE LAST BEAST GO FREAKING READ THE LAST BEAST IT’S MY FAVORITE THING EVER IDK WHY OH MY GOSH I LOVE THE LAST BEAST PLEASE READ THIS
Somedays, it’s like it’s never enough. You’re never good enough for yourself. No matter what you do, you’ll never get what you want. You’re doomed to be forgotten. Seen by two or three people then wiped off the face of the earth.
Nothing is ever good enough.
I’m so tired of this. I’m so tired of the struggle to finish these bots. I’m tired of fighting everything just to do my job. Corporate, the Puppet, myself-
I just want to give up.
And you know what the stupidest part of all this is?
It was a fucking Powerpoint experiment that broke me.
Place looks nice. F did a good job on the decorations. That foil stuff he’s got on the door is distracting me though. It’s hard to write. What am I, a magpie? Don’t show me a laser pointer…
I woke up to roses on my desk. Bright red ones, a whole bouquet, in a beautiful vase. It has the letter of my first name on it. It was addressed to me but doesn’t say who gave it. All it says is “The one who loves you.”
Gee, I wonder who that could be?
No sarcasm. I don’t know. And I’m not good at this romance stuff either. I hope whoever sent it is okay with that.
They sure are pretty though. Would love to thank the one who gave me it.
I was watching TLB at work today and I realized something Sam said really backs up my theory where the Widow Johnson is concerned, wanting to take over as the head vampire of Santa Carla. Sam tells Grandpa that she wants him to pick her up at seven instead of eight. I mean it makes sense. She knew what was going down and wanted to be ready. She hid in the shadows while Grandpa took out Max, and then when the family cleared out of the house, she snuck in to patch David up.
Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie. I was 14 years old, when I was murdered, on December 6, 1973. I was here for a moment. And then I was gone. I wish you all a long and happy life.
Nothing. That was the problem. I couldn’t figure out how to make the damn thing. It was just a test. We might need to know how in the future. But I was bad making them in school, and this new update just…