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LMAO HAVE YALL FUCKING SEEN THIS SHIT IT’S SO WILD LIKE NOT ONLY DOES BRENDON TALK ABOUT DICKS HE ALSO ADMITS TO HAVING FUCKED MISS JACKSON’S MOM, ASKING THE AUDIENCE TO SMOKE WEED WITH THEM, AND THEN MAKING A POSITIVE HARDCORE THURSDAY IN WHICH HE SPELLS OUT “FUCK ME.” IF THIS VIDEO DOESN’T MAKE YOU LOVE THIS IDIOT TWINK DWEEB THEN IDK WHAT WILL
Today, June 9, 2017 (at 03:11 pm Italian time) is the Full Moon of June. Happy Full Moon to all of you dear Brothers and Sisters. Praise a Horiente Mother, Queen of the Ancient Way.
“Diana was the first created in the world: she existed in all things. By itself, the primordial darkness, separated, split into darkness and into light. Lucifer, his brother and son, herself and her other half, was the light.” (Gospel of the Witches - Collected by Charles Godfrey Leland).
For an entire month, the Texas sky was nothing but
a broken water-main—and the state that had spent
decades slow-roasting over a pit of Christian gospel
and light-skinned southern values was suddenly
neck-deep in its own baptism.
Turns out that when you have been this starving for rain,
when you have been dry for this long,
the end of the drought only looks like a miracle
on day one.
By day thirty, our cities are drowning.
I know, now, how easily
skin can turn swampland—
that desert soil is the first to oversaturate,
that it only takes two weeks of proper attention
for my body to spill over.
It wasn’t long after I met you that I became
all flash flood and rising water tables.
Understand what torrential rain does
to a heart in a fifteen year drought—
just look what mother nature did to Texas.
I met you and suddenly there were no more dry-spells.
My valleys sloshed with rainwater;
there was nowhere to put all that sky.
It was all the ocean could do to keep up with us.
It was all I could do to keep my head above water.
There’s a reason you don’t give a starving man
a feast—his body has forgotten
how to be full.
He will make himself sick
with this wanting.
When all that Texas drought met you
I flooded my rivers, abandoned my cities,
soaked rot into the walls of my apartment.
For forty days and forty nights
Texas and I became new seas.
I drowned under the weight of what
you thought was a good thing–it’s been too long
since this was freely given and not something
I had to go searching for in the night—too long
since the sky has been anything but clear.
The storm should have been the end to the dry season.
Instead, it was the start of the flood.
You can’t dump heaven on the drought;
all you learn, is that Texas red dirt
can turn quicksand in an instant.
The end of the drought only looks
like a miracle on day one.
By day thirty, I am all tremor and panic attack,
fear flooding the basement. Your smile–
the place where the sky opens up
As Christians, we are called to love others and to shine a light of hope and peace in the world. But if we don’t keep our eyes fixed on God, things can start to backfire. Here’s my story.
Love is a tricky thing. Well, hold on…loving others can be really simple. It’s getting to a place where I can love others that’s a bit tricky. This past year, I spent a lot of time focusing on others: listening to them, loving them, offering advice, being a shoulder to cry on. I didn’t, however, really allow anyone else to be that for me, not even God–my best friend, my heavenly Father. I started feeling isolated in a weir, surrounded-by-people-that-I-love-but-not-by-people-who-seem-to-love-me-to-the-same-degree way. This loneliness turned to exhaustion which turned to bitterness which has–to a small degree–turned my heart cold and cynical. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE the people in my life, and I would die for my friends and family…but therein lies the problem. I spent so much time giving of myself to others that it affected me negatively in two ways…
I stopped caring for myself.
I lost focus of my needs. I didn’t allow myself to feel anything because other people had issues. I wouldn’t accept any help and would always say, “I’m fine,” or, “I’ll be okay.” I’m the mom friend. The mom friend can’t need help because she has other people to look out for.
I stopped caring for my relationship with God.
All this time, in my loneliness, I had a God I could turn to but a lot of times–and this sounds bad–I was simply too exhausted, too drained. He never left my side, though. I constantly saw and felt Him moving in my life, despite me turning my back on Him. If this year has taught me anything, it’s that God is truly and relentlessly pursuing me, and for that, I am very thankful.
As these two problems grew more prevalent, I found myself less and less able to care for others like I once did. I was less patient, less tolerant, and less emotionally present. Lots of people romanticize the friends like this, the ones who put everyone else first and the ones whose hearts break for others. This is not a romantic or glorious life. It is often a lonely existence. I am thankful for my heart that cares for others, but sometimes, I just need a minute to not feel anything.
I have spent too long denying my soul the self-love and God-love that it needs. I’ve been trying more and more to not necessarily focus on me but to give myself a little credit and love when it is due. I also lost God in the love equation, and to be the effective Christian and friend I aspire to be, I have to refocus my relationship with Him. If you’re struggling as I am (or in any way really), reach out to someone. Reach to God. There’s enough love in this world to go around, even when it doesn’t seem like it.
These things I command to you, that ye love one another. John 15:17