In case you were wondering what happened to Alex’s backbone in season eleven, 
apparently he left it somewhere in season ten.

anonymous asked:

You've mentioned what happened between you and Alicia. Mind expanding a bit more?

I… *sighs.* I’ve… gone over this. She left me, on our fucking wedding day. A f-few days after that she….

anonymous asked:

Hey I need your help I recently just encountered a heart break with this girl and we had a rough past not in Christ but recently she has asked me to change that and become a Godly man and I have and I did everything she had asked me of and when I felt like a true man and Christ working in me she left me and said she's done with me and she was my encouragement to life to God to everything and now I get so depressed and discouraged and I'm so low she was my other half I have my whole life to her💔

Friend, your life should never revolve another human being. That is idolatry. Your life should be changed because you met Jesus, because He changed everything for you. I think Christ is taking the things you love most from you because He wants you to turn your eyes to Him and love Him the most. I’ve been there before, especially in my dating relationship with my husband. We had to step away from one another a lot of times because we started to idolize each other, lose focus of God, and plan our lives around each other instead of God’s plan for our individual lives. That will never lead to a healthy relationship between two Christians. All these beautiful things in life like relationships and love, are a glimpse of the beauty of God and His love. They’re all simply a shadow of Him, a reflection of who He is.

Seek Jesus, fall in love with Him, let Him show you how wonderful He is and life with Him is. He created your heart, and only He can satisfy it.

my mom didnt even drop me off at home she left me at the corner sm fuckin h

She Branded me as a –Girl like me – She didn’t know that 'Girls like me' are shaping up the future of this country…..

“Aha… I didn’t know girls like you also come to the temples.”

“Girls like me? What do you mean by ‘girls like me’, aunty?”

“I mean, you stay with roommates, all in marriageable age, yet single. , I often see you going out in weekends in short clothes and you come back real late. I know you go to night clubs and you drink. Girls who go to the night clubs on Saturday nights, do not come to the temples on Sunday Mornings.”

Said our neighbor, whom I accidently bumped into at the temple last Sunday, and walked away with her thali of Prasad. She left me wondering at the stairs of the temple if this was mentioned somewhere is the Vedas or the Upanishad or is it a the outcome of the generalizing mentality of a section of the society that categorizes ‘girls like us’ as members of some outcaste segment that neither has the right to God nor God’s prasad. This ‘aunty’ who resides at my adjoining apartment doesn’t think very high of me or my flatmates. For her we are just three girls, who are well above the age of 25, yet not married, staying in this city without our parents and living a life of disgust. Our qualifications, the kind of organizations we work in, the designations we hold, and the achievements that we have made in our lives do not hold any significance for this lady, but the only thing that bothers her is that we are not married yet, and we go to late night parties and drink.

I wouldn’t have been much bothered by what this aunty thinks of us, but what disturbs me is that I am well aware of the fact that this aunty is not just a next-door neighbor. She is the representation of an entire thought process. This is the thought process that governs the attitude of the majority of the members of her generation and a large part of my generation as well.

Yes, I drink. I love my vodka with cranberry juice. I love to slip into sexy dresses and make up is something I swear by. And I know that there are many girls of my age who are just like me, in opinion and lifestyle. But what I absolutely fail to comprehend is how a certain part of my lifestyle is decisive of my character or my eligibility as a human being. Why would a section of the society brand ‘girls like us’ as reckless and averse to cultural norms?

When it is totally acceptable for men to drink, stay out of home till wee hours, marry at whatever age they wish to, and live alone in cities away from their home towns? We are standing in the 21st century and yet we are struggling to fill up the gap in the approach of people that leads to different treatment and reaction of the same actions when done by people of two different genders.

Who labels a ‘girl like me’ as any less cultural or devotional that those who submit to marriage at a younger age, cover themselves in yards of fabric, and immerse themselves in household chores? Am I supposed to believe that my culture, my rich Indian culture is so fragile that a slight stroke of my wine glass would break it into pieces? Or does the God whom I worship in the temple has lesser grave sins to deal with?

What I have been able to conclude from my small rendezvous with this lady at the temple was, it was not the culture that had branded me – girl like me. It is the double standard that is still rooted in the minds of the people of this country. This is the mindset that testifies a girl wearing short clothes as the one ‘asking for it’. This is the mentality which will never open gates for a fresh breath of ideas and opinions. This hypocritical mindset will always forbid the true modernization of the half of the population of this nation – the woman folk. And if we really aim at bringing about a change in the outlook of this society, we will have to uproot this hypocritical thinking that has since ages laid down a different set of rules of both the genders.

High time to realize, the hand that lifts the wine glass, can light the temple lamp as well.