hold my own

hatterfangurl101  asked:

Challenging loki to a prank war was a bad idea, he was dubbed the norse god of mischief, but if you want, I can get you help in that, after all, I know a teleporter, the blog you need is @totes-awsome101 (I'm the mun) so can you please think before challenging someone at there trade next time, Loki has pulled som deadly pranks before

Oh I think I can hold my own.

Living with a twin brother has taught me a few things.

As I’ve felt so like shit and so much like I’m just an aggravation to many lately, I want to just give a huge thanks to everybody who has been supportive and kind and doesn’t hold my own emotional baggage against me. I really appreciate it, wholeheartedly.

Originally posted by ouat-oncer

I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…

Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…

Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…

Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…

2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…

I’m not the type to get lonely. Instead I’ll hum my favorite songs and wonder why I like them. I’ll wish for rain at night. I’ll pay attention to my own heartbeat and hold my own hand. I’ll be my own inspiration and befriend thoughts before a loneliness ever sets in.
—  wind-some-light 

There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.

There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands. 

There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper. 

There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.


CLICK YOUR HEART: Choose Your Own Ending Loveline ♥