and how that will be the hardest thing to face

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Cool Logo Designs

We are always impressed how typography is used in logo designs. Creating a new logo for a company is one of the most hardest parts a graphic designer can do. The logo is also the face, the first thing the customer sees and remembers hopefully. There are also cool logo makers online like the one from 99designs, to help you out,  but in the end it’s the creative himself to think about it. We hope to get you inspired with these interesting inspriations. 

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often || terra && kota

When Terra stormed out of the apartment she shared with Austin earlier in the night, she knew exactly what she had started. She also knew she would be going home to a man who would be completely furious with her. That was the last thing she wanted to do. So instead of facing the inevitable, Terra decided to waste as much time as possible and when Terra spotted Dakota, she knew exactly how she was gonna spend that time. With the alcohol almost in full control of her actions, the brunette took one more big gulp of her beer before she made her way over to him.

“Heyyyyyy.” The word came out slurred and distorted as she tried her hardest to keep her self up right. “You’re Dakota right, Austin’s friend? I’m Terra in case you forgot.” The girl sighed dramatically and extended her hand to touch his arm. “ I’m so glad to see a familiar face. How are you?”

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Life is Strange July Challenge // Day 16: Hardest Decision/Choice

  For me the hardest decision was definitely whether or not to interfere when you catch David hassling Kate in episode 1, especially when you find out that both decisions can help Kate out in the long run despite one of them making it harder for you to talk her down off the roof later on at the end of episode 2. 

  However, I think the main point of the game is to show how really there isn’t such a thing as a truly “good” or “bad” choice you can make when faced with certain situations since life isn’t as black and white as that. At the end of the day it all depends on what exactly you are trying to accomplish that decides that for you, because a decision you can make can seem both good and bad when seen from different points of view. It’s one of my favorite aspects of the game and really makes conditions excellent for multiple playthroughs.

aliceopal asked:

How do I know if I'm trying hard enough? I am so torn between the idea that I am depressed and have this disability and I'm trying my hardest vs I'm probably not trying at all because I was I would face my anxiety and call my job to tell them why I'm not showing up but somehow I can't get myself to do it and I find myself drowning in self hate. I know I have to do so many things and I just wanna fucking do them and I'm so tired of not being able to get myself to do them

It sounds like you are trying really hard to cope at the moment and that is requiring a lot of energy and effort.

It’s normal for us (people with disorders) to go through periods where our mental health just inexplicably makes things harder than usual. It’s feels as though we’re not trying but rather “trying to try” which is so exhausting.

You don’t need to feel bad or angry at yourself - it’s not your fault - just like you wouldn’t feel ashamed of your immune system if you got a cold.
It just means we need to take extra time to look after ourselves for a while until we feel more on top of things. :)

Try and make 3 manageable goals for today. Maybe that’s shower, write a list of things to get done, and email work to say you need to reduce your hours. If you get even one of those things done you should be really proud of yourself and if you don’t it just means that today was hard and you can try again tomorrow. :)

You never have to tell your work anything you don’t want to - You never owe them an explanation - they are not your mother.

Your first call - and final Good Bye

One of the most hardest thing after you have crossed the border is, to inform your family and loved ones. It may differ from one person to another, depends on how close the bond is.

But I guess many of those who make Hijrah are youth, so the family-connection is pretty strong and tight.

When you make your first call, you must prepare to face the reality. It’s gonna break their heart and also yours. Tear their hope into pieces. They might stumble upon their knees when they got to know, and they will beg you, nag you and cry asking you to return. It’s not easy. It’s not that simple.

It takes a strong heart. You must be fit mentally, emotionally and spiritually to face it.

Remember, they might scold and curse you over the phone. But you have NO RIGHT to do the same!

You must remember, the promises we make 5 times daily and repeatedly during our fardh prayer is what should we prioritize.

إِنَّ صَلَاتِي وَنُسُكِي وَمَحْيَايَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ

“Surely my prayer and my sacrifice and my life and my death are (all) for Allah, the Lord of the worlds.”

This is one of the sacrifice we have to do, for the sake of Allah. Because we wants to be the believing slaves, that put Allah and His Messenger before anyone or anything.

Remember, you’re neither the first nor the last person that have to go through this trial. Verily, they were sahabi who had been tested more severe than this.

Sa'ad Ibn Abi Waqqas radiAllahu anhu was amongst the first free man who embraced Islam after Khadijah r.a and Abu Bakr r.a. He was a beloved son and his love for his mother was beyond words. Yet, when the mother threatened him, he choose Allah over his mother. And due to this incident, Allah sent the verse,

“وَوَصَّيْنَا الْإِنْسَانَ بِوَالِدَيْهِ حُسْنًا ۖ وَإِنْ جَاهَدَاكَ لِتُشْرِكَ بِي مَا لَيْسَ لَكَ بِهِ عِلْمٌ فَلَا تُطِعْهُمَا….”

“And We have enjoined on man goodness to his parents, and if they contend with you that you should associate (others) with Me, of which you have no knowledge, do not obey them….” (Surah Al-‘Ankabut : 8)

Was his sacrifice went in vain? No! He was one amongst 10 who were promised Jannah.

Understand that the price of Jannah isn’t cheap. People before us were sawed into two, they were killed and tortured to death. These are the sacrifices they made to attain Allah’s pleasure and in return Allah promised them Jannah.

And how about sahabi who killed their own father in the battle of Badr? SubhanAllah sisters and brothers. Our test is so small compared to them, by Allah!

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After all, this world is not our final abode. Somehow death will separate us from our beloved. So why don’t invest for hereafter?

Remember, in Jannah there is love without separation. This is what should motivates you!

Indeed the society would blame you and throw nasty words at you. But remember, our goal is to please Allah. And Bi ithnillah during Yawm-Al Qiyamah when parents and children blame each others, may Allah gives us the opportunity to intercede our parents and take their hands walking towards Jannah. And that’s it. No more heartbreak. No more tears!

But for now, let us take this pain and blames. Your parents might not understand you, and it may take a longer period for them to accept and to forgive. Whatever they say or react, forgive them. Make du'aa. Allah is Muqalibbul Qulb. He is the turner of hearts. Keep asking Allah to mend your parents broken heart.

But if you fail to make them understand, then its not your fault. Learn from our father, Prophet Ibrahim alaihi as salaam.

Recite surah Maryam from verse 42 upto 45, and understand the way our prophet Ibrahim made da'wah to his father, Azar. And even when his father cursed him, it doesn’t altered his respect towards his father.

Indeed we should have al walaa wal baraa and our hatred is towards the action not towards the individual. Keep making du'aa and despair not from Allah’s mercy.

Don’t forget them. Always find time to call them. Take pictures and send it to them. Introduced them to your friends. Let them see a BETTER you!

In Sha Allah, things will gets better with time. For the first few days or weeks or may be months, they would face denial phase but as soon they have accepted it, everything will go smooth.

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And Allah says,

وَوَصَّيْنَا الْإِنْسَانَ بِوَالِدَيْهِ إِحْسَانًا ۖ حَمَلَتْهُ أُمُّهُ كُرْهًا وَوَضَعَتْهُ كُرْهًا ۖ وَحَمْلُهُ وَفِصَالُهُ ثَلَاثُونَ شَهْرًا ۚ حَتَّىٰ إِذَا بَلَغَ أَشُدَّهُ وَبَلَغَ أَرْبَعِينَ سَنَةً قَالَ رَبِّ أَوْزِعْنِي أَنْ أَشْكُرَ نِعْمَتَكَ الَّتِي أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيَّ وَعَلَىٰ وَالِدَيَّ وَأَنْ أَعْمَلَ صَالِحًا تَرْضَاهُ وَأَصْلِحْ لِي فِي ذُرِّيَّتِي ۖ إِنِّي تُبْتُ إِلَيْكَ وَإِنِّي مِنَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ

And We have enjoined on man doing of good to his parents; with trouble did his mother bear him and with trouble did she bring him forth; and the bearing of him and the weaning of him was thirty months; until when he attains his maturity and reaches forty years, he says: My Lord! grant me that I may give thanks for Thy favor which Thou hast bestowed on me and on my parents, and that I may do good which pleases Thee and do good to me in respect of my offspring; surely I turn to Thee, and surely I am of those who submit. (Surah Al-Ahqaf 46:15)

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May Allah make it easy upon all of you, Ameen Ya Rabb!

I’m without you now. There’s no more us. There’s no more sleeping next to you. There’s no more warmth. I’ll never forget the sound of your voice when you told you loved me. I’ll never forget the silly faces and jokes you would make. I’ll never forget you. I spent the last year and almost 3 months with you and I don’t regret any of it. You taught me how to love myself. You taught me how the universe is mine. You taught me so many things. I have never been loved by anyone in this world like you have loved me. This will be one of the hardest things I have to overcome, but in the end everything will be alright. It’s all about me now.

anonymous asked:

So I know this has nothing to do with your blog and I'm not really sure why I'm even talking about it with you. I just feel like your safe and honest and idk.. You remind me a lot of someone I know. Anyway, did you struggle with excepting that you were trans? Because I am having the hardest time accepting that I'm a lesbian and having to face my family. I know I am and I so badly wish I wasn't because I know this isn't what any of them want. But I'm trying to find my peace and idk what to do.

Struggling with accepting who you are is totally normal, especially when you start to worry about other people involved besides yourself. You just need to remember that things are how they are and wishing they weren’t a certain way won’t change anything. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. Women are amazing and beautiful and you get to love them! You get to live a queer experience. You get to be yourself if you embrace this. Your family may not accept it but they also may come around. Even if it’s not what they wanted they do want your happiness and that should win out at the end of the day. Good luck.

Why You Should and Shouldn't Ever Love Someone From Tumblr

On our 14th monthiversary of following each other on tumblr and, thereby, our 14th monthiversary of knowing each other, we had to part from our two weeks of heaven that we shared in the same place for the first time. I know it won’t be another 13 and a half months until we close the 800 mile gap again, but it could be 11 months and that’s why the tears and sobs are relentless and choking. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is break that last hug and walk inside while you drove away. I couldn’t see your face in the car so I don’t know if you looked back…but I did, and watching the car until it was out of sight was possibly the most heart-wrenching thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s been almost an hour and I miss you so fucking much. How will we get through this now? iwannasleepinelsascleavage

Day 23: Draw X when they’re really sad

And now, a sad cube. In profile, no less.

There are a few things I’m not sure about with her design. The main one is her hat and if it should have mesh siding to represent the vents. I mostly avoid it since I like the solid color, but I still wonder if that could work somehow. Also if I should have a defined seamline for the bottom of the Gamecube that outlines the strap inside the hat. I should also probably define the brim better. Also, her hair and what lengths it should be. I also don’t know how to clearly define the stick-on earring being a stick-on…

So, anyway, yeah, sadness. Emotions and facial expressions are like my hardest thing for characters. She tends to have very exaggerated expressions but at the same time like I still don’t know exactly how emotions work and how the face contorts and eyebrows move and how to draw specific emotions… I usually just wing it and hope for the best. Random note, profile mouths are weird. They can either be natural looking or inside the shape of the head, I went with the latter because why not.

Probably mourning the loss of both of her dad/boss figures (RIP Mr. Yummy Sushi and step-dad/boss Mystery Water). Or maybe she just missed a new episode of some cartoon she watches (now however will she know how Link saves Hyrule).

I did a stupid thing tonight and turned on a light above the spot where Mai used to sleep. I avoided doing that since she died because when she was still alive I used to turn that light every night before I went to bed and spend s few minutes with her, just hugging her or watching her sleep. Seeing her empty spot made me feel really sad.
I have been struggling with her death throughout the week and now I’m having a hard time falling asleep because I can’t stop thinking about her and about how much I miss her and it makes me cry.
I don’t think I have ever had so much love for anyone as I do for Mai. Not having her around is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face.
I know they say that time dulls the pain and I know it’s true, but unfortunately, I’m not at that point yet.

the hills || terra && braxton

When Terra stormed out of the apartment she shared with Austin earlier in the night, she knew exactly what she had started. She also knew she would be going home to a man who would be completely furious with her. That was the last thing she wanted to do. So instead of facing the inevitable, Terra decided to waste as much time as possible and when Terra spotted Braxton, she knew exactly how she was gonna spend that time. With the alcohol almost in full control of her actions, the brunette took one more big gulp of her beer before she made her way over to him.

“Heyyyyyy.” The word came out slurred and distorted as she tried her hardest to keep her self up right. “You’re Braxton right, Austin’s friend? I’m Terra in case you forgot.” The girl sighed dramatically and extended her hand to touch his arm. “ I’m so glad to see a familiar face. How are you?”

lupinelandmine asked:

How do you do it? What's your anchor?

[ It takes him a while to answer, trying to school his face into something reasonably soft and not at all like he wants to swallow his own shirt. ]

It took a while. It’ll take you a while, too. 

I, uhh - I had someone. She was my anchor, for a long time. When I focused on her, everything felt clear, like all the obstacles just vanished. When I became an alpha, that wasn’t exactly an option anymore. So I became my own anchor. 

[ He says it easily, as though it wasn’t one of the hardest things to choose to let Allison slip through his fingers. 

He sets a hand on Liam’s shoulder, hoping it’s comforting. The fact that it doesn’t shake is always a plus. ]

Derek started with anger. Don’t go that route. Find something you love, something that helps steady you, something important. I focus on the people around me, the people that need me. 

My pack is my anchor. Since my pack needs their alpha, I’m my own anchor.

[ He smiles and looks at the boy full of promise and thinks, not for the first time, of his responsibility to him. Liam is strong, body and spirit, and Scott has every faith in him, but if anything happens - it’s completely on him. 

The thought is strangely reassuring, once he gets past the blinding guilt. ]

You’ll get there. 

bluesonofsparda started following you

Ah the freedom of flight, the weightlessness of free-fall. There was nothing more comforting, nothing more caressive than air rushing through his hair, past his form and into the fabric of his clothing; it lapping behind. It’s only as the ground grows before his eyes, only when he noted the details of the earth below that his stomach churned, that panic rose within the deepest cavities of his chest. How quickly it grew, how quickly it got closer.

Then water. Colder than ice, sensation like thousands of tiny knives, pressure like concrete on impact. Nothing could have prepared the young male for it’s cold, unloving embrace and inability to breathe. He struggled against the small current, gasping for air as his head broke the surface.

Thing fingers gripped to the bank; pulling only his torso ashore. For a few long moments, he lay with his face against the ground; trying his hardest to regain some strength to get out of the water but his concentration was soon broken and his attention caught by what could have been perceived as footsteps. The ground around there had dried up, was cold and crisp and thus any pressure applied created a scuffing sound.

Eyes scanned his surroundings; the water in his ears distorting the sound. He couldn’t determine which direction the noise was coming from, or if it was even there at all. As silently as he could, he dragged himself from the icy hands of the water and placed a shaking hand onto the sword he kept upon his back; waiting.

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Flash back Friday to when I was still cheering. One of the first times I stepped out on the mat performing a standing tuck with no doubt in my mind I wouldn’t land it. This skill was one of the hardest things I’ve learned, not because it’s the craziest but because it took me years of dedication and hard work. I can’t tell you how many times I fell on my knees or flat on my face how many times I wanted to give up and quit. Most of my tumbling came easy but for some reason this skill and I had a love hate relationship.. #tuck #come #cheer #cheerleading #cheerleader #vas #backflip #bighairdontcare

anonymous asked:

Ok, this sounds really stupid, but what are some tips for getting out of novice? It's now been over a year and I've only got one dance in prizewinner :/

Don’t worry that isn’t a stupid question, I personally think that Novice might be the hardest level to get out of. I completely understand how you feel because not too long ago I was stuck in Novice for forever (3-4 years) with only my single jig in Prizewinner. I was heartbroken because I was just completely stuck and I was watching all my friends move up and surpass me. It was really rough, I actually quit dance for like a month (lol) because of Novice. Anyway, I think that for Novice, the most important thing is to have sound basics. You don’t need to be able to kick your face, turn your feet out sideways, or overcross. You simply need to make sure that your dancing is clean and neat. No one is perfect in Novice, you just need to work to create a solid foundation. Work on any problem areas you have (my downfall is turn out), make sure your feet are turned out, you’re crossing, and your toes are pointed. Timing is very important too. As long as you have all the basics down, you should be out of Novice in no time. Work on little pieces in front of a mirror over and over again, and then when you dance in class make sure you are putting the corrections you have made into your dances. Good luck and let me know if I can do anything else to help! :)

ohikermyiker I know what you’re saying, that’s the hardest part in dying your hair, choosing the right shade of colour to match your face so you don’t look like some slutty thing :)) Or at least that’s how I see things :)) I honestly don’t think you should worry about your hair turning that blondish cause as far as I know the dye reacts to your natural colour so if you’re hair is almost black, it’s hard to believe the dye will be that strong to turn your hair blonde. As a matter of fact, it might be actually hard for the dye to be the exact colour you want from the first try exactly because of the difference of shades, the dye being lighter and your hair too dark. But I think a great thing would be to just have your ends dyed in some sort of ombre with blue or green. I think it would look amaaaazing!! :)

revving-it asked:

18. Practicing pick up lines

{{ Ohmygod perfect }}

The girls had no idea how long they’d been standing there. Or how long Rev had been in the room alone, talking to himself. At first, they thought someone was in there with him. But the longer they lingered, the sooner they realized that he was on his own.

And he was practicing pick up lines. Ellit thought it was the single cutest thing on the face of the earth. So very endearing. Jean, on the other hand, was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.

hyacintho-resurrexit-diaboli started following you

Ah the freedom of flight, the weightlessness of free-fall. There was nothing more comforting, nothing more caressive than air rushing through his hair, past his form and into the fabric of his clothing; it lapping behind. It’s only as the ground grows before his eyes, only when he noted the details of the earth below that his stomach churned, that panic rose within the deepest cavities of his chest. How quickly it grew, how quickly it got closer.

Then water. Colder than ice, sensation like thousands of tiny knives, pressure like concrete on impact. Nothing could have prepared the young male for it’s cold, unloving embrace and inability to breathe. He struggled against the small current, gasping for air as his head broke the surface. 

Thing fingers gripped to the bank; pulling only his torso ashore. For a few long moments, he lay with his face against the ground; trying his hardest to regain some strength to get out of the water but his concentration was soon broken and his attention caught by what could have been perceived as footsteps. The ground around there had dried up, was cold and crisp and thus any pressure applied created a scuffing sound. 


Eyes scanned his surroundings; the water in his ears distorting the sound. He couldn’t determine which direction the noise was coming from, or if it was even there at all. As silently as he could, he dragged himself from the icy hands of the water and placed a shaking hand onto the sword he kept upon his back; waiting.