God never gives us any more than we can handle, so if he gives you a lot to handle, take it as a compliment. It’s because he believes that you can handle a lot. It was such a powerful thought, I wanted to brand it into my brain.
So I was thinking about how probably most-to-none of my followers know the origin of my “this is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers” tag for precious bunbuns. (It’s an irony, that’s why the tag) and just gonna say: it’s an old Beatrix Potter story:
But this reminded me:
Does anyone else remember another Beatrix Potter tale, this one a tiny little poem about the Black Rabbit that was shyly flirting with Cottontail? And all her nosy neighbors (sisters?) were getting in on the juicy info?
Now who is that knocking on Cottontail’s door?
Tapp tap it! Tap tappit!
She’s heard it before?
And when she peeps out there is nobody there,
But a present of carrots
Put down on the stair.
Hark, I hear it again,
Tap tappit! Tap tappit!
Why I really believe it’s a little black rabbit.
Because I fell head over heels for that dapper and sweet and shy Black Rabbit and I shipped them so hard, and imagine my delight when I later discovered in the Tale of Mr. Tod that the Black Rabbit and Cotton-tail had married and gone to live on a hill and had a brood of “four or five, one of them black and the others brown” and they lived happily ever after
So I asked him if he knew his name is a ship name and he just went “awesome, a ship’s named like me!” and I told him the ship was pretty cool so he should google search “pjo caleo” and the day afterwards he came up to me like “andre I was expecting a cool boat and all I saw was this hot dude kissing a hot girl”
Apparently he thought pjo was the brand of the boat.
But now he wants to read the books so mission complete
i want you to smash the idea in your mind that there are “important people” and then, there’s you. that there are worthy people, special people, and then, on the other hand, there’s you. nothing is further from the truth. you are important. you are just as important as anyone else, and you’re the hero of your story– as heroic and amazing as your favorite heroes from your favorite stories. you’re the protag. this is your epic quest. this is your Test. and, believe me when i tell you, you’re doing so, so well
No one really feels self-confident deep down because it’s an artificial idea. Really, people aren’t that worried about what you’re doing or what you’re saying, so you can drift around the world relatively anonymously: you must not feel persecuted and examined. Liberate yourself from that idea that people are watching you.
Peering into the spot-streaked (ugh, school bathrooms were the worst) mirror, Chloe frowned as she took stock of her mid-day makeup. Don’t ask her how she’d managed to leave her touch-up bag at home; She couldn’t begin to tell you why she’d suddenly decided to leave her fifth most prized possession sitting on her vanity, but at this point she would have honestly rather given up a kidneyinstead.
At least that way she would have looked glamorous as she died a slow, organ-failure-related death, instead of going out cakey in a dimly lit public restroom.
Sighing, she ran one manicured fingernail along the edge of her lips, hoping to salvage what was left of her icy pink lip stain, however it wasn’t looking promising. The color bunched unevenly to the small grooves of her lips, concentrated around the perimeter and nonexistent in the middle. And her foundation? In this August heat?
Oh that was a goner.
A splotchy, splotchy goner.
Chloe held in a groan, balling up a handful of paper towels before thrusting it beneath the faucet. Leaning towards the mirror once more, she dabbed furiously at the worst of the damage, and had just began contemplating whether the eye shadow was worth saving or not when-