do those things and you will do fine

anonymous asked:

I have a strange question and idk if u guys are right to ask, but I'm very sure I'm autistic, the problem is every time I go to a therapist and talk about it they shoot me down cause "I'm too quiet" or "I'm too well spoken" and idk how to explain to them that it's cause I actually trained myself to do those things and there have been times where they've told me "autism is rarely seen in black children" and idk I was wondering if u guys had advice???????? Sorry for bothering you,,

it’s fine to ask!!

what you’re experiencing does actually sound very relatable to me. i also trained myself to pass as a neurotypical to protect myself and you doing that doesn’t mean you’re not suddenly autistic. 

in regards to your symptoms though are you aware that autism presents differently in afab people vs amab people? it’s why autism in afab people is so underdiagnosed. here are some links regarding it:

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/autism-it-s-different-in-girls/

https://iancommunity.org/ssc/girls-autism-hiding-plain-sight

https://spectrumnews.org/features/deep-dive/the-lost-girls/

http://raisingchildren.net.au/articles/autism_spectrum_disorder_in_girls.html/context/1037

you can open that in a new tab!

and regarding “autism is rarely seen in black children” that is 100% racist and i’m sorry that you’ve been told that. i hope you’re able to find a psychiatrist that isn’t a scumbag 

Oftentimes, I see the argument made that Luke has to die in this trilogy, “because there’s no telling if they’ll be able to get Mark for the next trilogy.”

But…I mean, why do we have to see Luke die onscreen? Why is that some essential thing that needs to happen, or else the entire story falls apart and doesn’t make sense? Do you know how easy it would be to establish that Luke died of old age between trilogies, given that Mark chooses not to participate next time around? It wouldn’t be hard or convoluted at all. Have someone go like, “Ever since Luke passed away, Rey took over responsibilities as Grand Master of the Jedi,” or something along those lines. It’s easy, it’s simple, and audiences will get it just fine. 

Honestly, I would rather find out that Luke died peacefully offscreen years after he completed his work than have to watch him be killed off before he gets to accomplish whatever his goals are due to this needless urge to kill off all the OT trio. But whatever. 

i feel like the most important piece of wisdom i can impart on teenagers is that no one–no one–knows what the fuck they’re doing

my brother is 26 years old, makes $200k a year, and just bought a house with his fiance. he’s the success story you hear about but never actually meet in person, but it all happened by accident. he wanted to go to college for clarinet performance, but he got rejected from all the top schools. so he decided to major in physics instead, and then went on to get a doctorate to put off being an adult for a few more years. but then he ended up dropping out halfway through the program and accepting a job with google as a software engineer. so to reiterate: my brother majored in something he was not interested in, and then he got a job that had nothing to do with his degree. 

he isn’t successful because he had some master plan he followed, he just stumbled around blindly until something worked out. and that’s what we’re all doing–i majored in political science and now i do customer service for a company that makes industrial-sized gas detection monitors. the marketing director at my company has a degree in biology, and my mom has an MBA and works at a middle school.  no one knows what they’re doing, we’re all just trying different things until something works out.

so if you don’t have a plan, that’s fine. most of us don’t. and even those of us who do, don’t usually end up doing the thing they thought they would. it’s okay to relax and let life carry you wherever it’s gonna carry you. because even though a lot of us don’t end up doing the thing we wanted, most of us end up happy anyway.

To all writer pals

Don’t get discouraged if sometimes the ideas in your mind don’t come out the way you want them to. You’re doing great, bud, and it’s pretty fabulous how you paint pictures with your words, even if your mountains look a little more like hills! Keep on going, you’re doing great my dude.

transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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It’s not about all the things we used to do together or the restaurants we used to go to or the bartenders who knew who we were. Because that’s sad but the truth is, i can find someone else to do that stuff with and go to those places with. And it won’t feel the same at first but that’s fine because maybe eventually it will or maybe eventually it will feel better. The worse part is knowing that you also will find someone else to do all the things we used to do with. And you also will bring new people to “our” restaurant. Because there are events I know you’ll be at, and movies I know you’re going to see at midnight, and the only thing that’ll be different is that it won’t be with me next to you anymore.
Dreadneldritch

No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”

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It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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Friendly Morning Reminders!

> Take your pills, pals! (Are your pill getting low? Don’t forget to refill them!)

> Drink at least a cup of water today!

> To those who need to hear it: You are awake, count your fingers on your hand. You should have five, ten for both hands combined.

> Hey, dude, you’re beautiful, and don’t you forget it!

> It’s ok to not be ok. Your feelings are valid and consequently, you are valid.

> I believe in you, in whatever you’re doing today. School, work, asking that cute girl out. Trying that new shade of lipstick. You got this!

> You’re doing fine, it’s ok to fail, just keep trying,  you’ll get there!

> I’m proud of you, even if the only thing you did today was wake up. I’m so so proud.

> You are not alone, Always keep fighting and I hope you have a happy, laugh filled day!

World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…


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Episode I: Qui-Gon Jinn:  << part I >> << part II >> << part III >> << part IV >> << part V >>

With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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Ten Years (Part 8)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)

A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 -

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I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 


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I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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also there were so many throwbacks to the “oldschool” spn in 12.19. Dean’s mixtape, the Colt, Team Free Will, all of which were dismantled in one way or another. 

The Colt being broken was almost cathartic in a personal way, just because it felt like they were saying “we’re not doing things the old way anymore”. 

While Dean’s mixtape aka his gift to Cas was briefly returned (WHICH CAS TOOK OUT OF HIS BREAST POCKET RIGHT WHERE THE HEART IS IT’S COOL IT’S FINE), Dean reaffirmed its status and that it was for Cas and regifted it (THE MIX TAPE IS DEAN’S HEART. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. IS IT CLEAR THAT I AM NOT CALM ABOUT THIS GESTURE ON BOTH SURFACE READING AND META READING).

And Team Free Will…. All I can say is that they’ve all had a lot of character development from those who once formed Team Free Will against Lucifer, and now that it’s been broken apart, there’s only waiting to see the new Team Free Will they’ll form against Lucifer’s baby, if that happens at all. 

Unlike the old Team Free Will which was Dean and Sam’s codependency issues + Cas tagged on the side because they need him to do things for them, the newly formed Team Free Will will ideally be Dean, Sam, and Cas as individuals who don’t need each other to survive, but choose each other while also knowing that they can have healthy relationships with other people outside of their little group. 

Hopefully. Hopefully this will mean that the old way is finally going to be dismantled like we’ve been promised many moons ago (*sadly stares towards carver’s general direction*) in order to build a new way out of the old pieces.

anonymous asked:

how do you still find the motivation to keep drawing even though your art isnt that good? i just cant seem to keep on drawing bc i focus on the bad too much

hello there anon! To put it simply, I don’t really wait for motivation to come. To me, motivation is a feeling and like all feelings they’re fickle. They change easily at the drop of a hat. If we rely on motivation and wait for it to come, we wouldn’t get anywhere at all.

We also tend to beat ourselves when we’re not ‘motivated’ to draw, which sends us further into a negative spiral. (I used to be like this but now i’ve changed! i’m gonna explain what I did down below)

First thing you need to do, is to change how you see and feel about your art : I think this is the hardest step ever. Changing how you feel about your art takes time and that’s understandable. The first thing you need to do is take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Re-evaluate. Ask yourself questions that would help you remember the reasons why you began in the first place. (if its something like ‘for the notes and followers’ I suggest you change and pick another thing because if you make art for the satisfaction of others, you won’t be very happy in the long run)

Also take into consideration where you are in life in the present moment. If you have other priorities (like school, work, family etc) its understandable that you won’t have the time to practice and that’s ok (but i’ll explain how to get around that). Life gets in the way of things sometimes and that’s ok.

Also don’t beat yourself up if you’re not improving as fast as you want to and don’t compare yourself to other artists either. It’s not a competition. Other artists started earlier than you and so they’ve had more time to practice and learn. Think of your art as a tiny seed. Each seed is unique and wonderful and it takes time and effort to grow. It’s silly to compare a sprout with a flower that already bloomed, because they’re at different stages in their growth. That’s the same with art.

Second thing you need to do, is set down goals: This is my favourite thing to do! Now that you’re feeling positive and happy about your art (it’s ok if you’re not! that’s fine too it takes time), set down goals on what you want to achieve with your art and break them down further into smaller bits on how you’re going to achieve them and when. For example, this is my art goal for 2017:

(looks like i gotta add improve handwriting to huhuhu ;w;)

And then you can break those down to minigoals that you can do every week, (draw poses on the train, sketch out scenery etc)

Figure out what you want to do with your art, why you want to do it and you’ll figure our how to get there. For example: I’m a self taught hobbyist artist, so I know my rate of learning will be slower than other people (i’m doing Bachelor of Aviation in university ;w;) I can only concentrate on one thing at a time so i picked to learn mostly anatomy while still practising what I worked on last year (colours).

And then get to it! Discipline yourself to draw. Over time, drawing will become a habit and a ‘need to do’ (discipline) rather than a ‘want to do’ (motivation). Set time to practise to achieve your goals. Keep all of your art so you can see progress over time (it’s a good pick me up too)!

here’s mine:

Whoa!! So much improvement in four years!! YEEEE

Remember:

Now go draw!

(tl;dr focus on things that you’re weak in, set goals and discipline yourself to achieve those goals)

I hope this helps anon! And have fun!

6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

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dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”

Even when others have done you wrong, don’t allow yourself to carry baggage from old friendships and old relationships into new ones.

And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you. - Ephesians 4:32

When we forgive those who hurt us in the past, whether it was someone you called a friend, a sister, or even someone you were dating, you have to remember that forgiveness involves letting go as well. Don’t allow yourself to say things like “All women do is cause drama,” or “Church people are the worst,” or “I’m fine by myself because guys will always let me down.” When you let these kind of words fill your heart and the way you think about others, you’re letting that old hurt and those old experiences still take up residence in your life. The hurt may be real, but you have to let it go, and trust that God is going to deal with the people who caused that pain. Your job is to let go and find freedom in doing so.

One sure way to find and build real Christian community is to find freedom in Christ. Find freedom in forgiving all of those who hurt you or cause you to question people’s motives and agendas. It’s so important that we let go of these things, because it keeps us from moving forward. It keeps us from being able to be build godly, healthy relationships in the future.

So, don’t hone in on all of the wrong that has been done to you. What they did to you very well might not be justified, but let God be the One who deals with their actions. Let go of all the bitterness that’s been building up and take the higher road. Forgive, find freedom, and move on.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

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genre: boyfriend!au + heaps of sugar, spice, and everything nice

star of the show: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 2,596 words

Originally posted by zeusmayo

opening line: “Your boyfriend thinks he can get anything he wants when he breaks out the pout. He’s right.”

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