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Fair Date

Summary: It’s your birthday, and your best friend, Peter Parker takes you out to the fair.

Word Count: 1,866.

A/N: This was written for my main hoe @heaventide since it was her birthday earlier this week. She deserves nothing but love and happiness, but she also deserved this fic too. I fucking love you dude!!! ps: tell me if you guys likED THE CAMEOS I INCLUDED

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You might be weary. You might be tired of seeing everyone succeed and get the answers to their prayers while you wait. You might be frustrated watching other people make it when you know that they are doing it for the wrong reasons. Another day, another month, another year, and even though you might not utter the words aloud, you start to wonder if God even cares about any of the things that are your heart lately.

But when you have those feelings in your heart and when you start to feel as if the desires of your heart are nothing but fleeting dreams, hold tight to this:

Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this:
He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
your vindication like the noonday sun.
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
when they carry out their wicked schemes…
those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.
-Ps. 37:4-9 (NIV)

This passage of scripture doesn’t mean that everything will turn just the way you expect it to. This doesn’t mean that when you take delight in the Lord, all of your earthly desires will begin to manifest and all of your enemies and foes will start to fail one by one. What it means is that taking delight in the Lord, He will provide above and beyond your expectations. He will give you more than you could ever ask. When you trust and obey Him and don’t let the weariness and worry rule your life, your life will begin to change.

It’s hard to watch people around us achieve success and we are not. It’s hard to end another year having not reached the goals you set out to reach in January. It’s hard to have another birthday and all you can think about is how much older you’re getting and how much time you’re losing. But you know what’s even harder? Walking through all of that alone. It’s even harder to let that stuff get to your core and not take it to your Heavenly Father. So whatever season you’re in, take delight in Him. Take delight in the One who gives you everything you need and more.

Words by @morganhnichols for #qwcdevos

We’ll Make It Through

“We’ll Make It Through”

Since life is a struggle,
You better hold on tight.
We’ll make it through these days.
We’ll make it through these nights.

Don’t let your life cave in.
Don’t let your life fall apart.
We’ll make it through this life,
With swollen, fragile hearts.

The world will keep spinning,
And the world will keep hating,
But our hearts will find peace.
Our hearts will keep changing.

Don’t say it’s over yet.
Don’t throw away the fight.
There’s surely someone out there,
Who’d be sad if you ended life.

So hold on tight.
Don’t let your life cave in,
Before tragedy happens,
And your life never really begins.

Yet Another TFLN Meme

[Text]: it glows. i had to have it.
[Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me?
[Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food”
[Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack
[Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET
[Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions
[Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension
[Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs
[Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted.
[Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA
[Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang.
[Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.”
[Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
[Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
[Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night.
[Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less.
[Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!”
[Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
[Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh.
[Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job
[Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything
[Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk.
[Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally
[Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. You’re a champ.
[Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard”
[Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money.
[Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car.
[Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it
[Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me
[Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology
[Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded
[Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life
[Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…

Never let a man who looks at you with eyes full of disdain tell you who you are. You are worthy. Never let a man who looks at you with eyes full of disdain tell you that you are making excuses, that you are guilt tripping him, or that you might even be manipulating him – and tell you to “chill for a second and just listen to me” when you tell him that he’s wrong. You are worthy. Never let a man make a mockery of your illness and claim that you are faking your fever just to get his attention. You are worthy. Never let a man make fun of you under the guise of “teasing.” You are worthy. Never let a man tell you to stop crying, especially when he is the reason for your tears. You are worthy. Never let a man tell you that you are emotionally unstable for feeling something, when all he can feel is his rage. Never let a man tell you “no, I’m not your dad,” when all you wanted was a hug when you were sad. You are worthy. Never let a man yell at you in your own home – to shout expletives into empty spaces just because he doesn’t understand and he probably never will. You are worthy. Never let a man with a temper he can’t control near enough that he might lay a hand on you. You are worthy. Never let a man say or do anything to make you feel small. You are worthy. Most importantly, never let a man like this into your life to begin with – his apologies are empty. And never blame yourself if you do. 

I wish I hadn’t. But at least now I know the truth.

Birthday Presents - Sam Winchester x Reader

Title: Birthday Presents

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: The other one would be that its the readers birthday and she’s never wanted to celebrate it but Sam (her boyfriend of 2 years) decides to spoiler her and they both have a surprise at the end of the day. Sam proposes and the reader says she’s pregnant

“Sam gosh” you breathed out burying your face in your hands as you felt your cheeks heat up as you took everything in.

Sam chuckled as he wrapped his arms tightly around you and kissed your cheek “Happy birthday baby.” he whispered in your ear as you felt your eyes well up with tears.

“Sam you- you shouldn’t have.” you felt your heart hammer in your chest as you took in the sigh in front of you. Dim lighting, candles laid all around and soft music playing in the background. And above all: a restaurant booked just for the two of you.

“No, no I know I should.” he breathed out, turning you to face him as he cupped your cheek with one hand “You deserve the world, (Y/n), and this is only a small piece of what I want to offer you; much less what you really deserve.”

“Sam I just-” you bit your lower lip “I told you I didn’t want to really celebrate it.” you mumbled, fidgeting with his white button-up shirt. The first three buttons were undone and it was already making you weak on the knees.

“I know just as I know that this once I wanted you to be able to celebrate it. Yeah, I know that you don’t really like it but there is nothing wrong with getting older. If anything I think you should be grateful for having gotten to live yet another year.” he shrugged softly, helping you take off your coat and resting it on one of the many empty chairs.

“You just want to spoil me, don’t you?” you asked with a smirk and he grinned widely, shrugging innocently.

“Maybe, maybe not. I guess we’ll have to wait to know.” he extended one hand for you and you took it gracefully.

“Oh really?” you smiled “So I should expect more or what?” your other hand rested on his shoulder as he brought his other one around your waist.

“Don’t know… maybe?” he smirked and your eyebrows shot up.

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Helena’s IG 💖

‘Thank you for being that little star in the universe that chose me as your mom. For giving me the honor of being by your side from the very beginning of your journey through life, for letting me experience the world through your eyes, for letting me learn through your mind, for allowing me to feel the ultimate love, joy and gratitude, every single day. Your dad and I love you more than we can ever express and we are so endlessly proud of you. You are everything to us. Happy 18th, my love ❤️’

#Norman #Helena #Mingus #love

“Attention! Attention! Attention all demons! Attention all Satanic worshippers! Alt-attention! Attention, Satan’s own! Attention you demons! Attention all you Satanic people on YouTube! Attention! Attention! Marjorie Brubaker is here! Did you know that? And did you know that I worked too hard today? Because if you don’t, you better wake up! Because I work too, until I was very tired. Now, let’s see what’s present to occur in your life, beginning within three months. But I have a feeling you’ll get some lil signals bay- much sooner. Attention…! Attention! Marjorie Brubaker is here! And I’m after you demons and Satanic beings on YouTube! Attention! Attention! I’ll be back in a moment… with my video about Corey Lanks, who I adore, the BHH member, and [REDACTED] whom I adore, I adore. But I just wanted to DEMONIC! You demons! Hoohahahaha! That are walking around masquerading as humans! Attention! Attention you demons that are walking around masquerading as humans! Marjorie Brubaker is here! And I dropped dead on you hard today, and within NINETY days… you won’t be laughing.”

TFLN Inspired; Send my muse a text from the list below

[[Text]: it glows. i had to have it.
[Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me?
[Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food”
[Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack
[Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET
[Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions
[Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension
[Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs
[Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted.
[Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA
[Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang.
[Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.”
[Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
[Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
[Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night.
[Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less.
[Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!”
[Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents.
[Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh.
[Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job
[Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything
[Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk.
[Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally
[Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. Youre a champ.
[Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard”
[Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money.
[Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car.
[Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it
[Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me
[Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology
[Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded
[Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life
[Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…