The fear of abandonment we feel in loving or romantic relationships is the adult version of the fear of abandonment we felt as children, when we couldn’t survive if we were left alone. Unfortunately, many adults still believe they will face some sort of psychological death if someone they are bonded to leaves them. But the “black hole of loneliness/emptiness” isn’t real. The fear of never being noticed, loved or being appreciated or valued exists only in the imagination. It is a lie masquerading as the truth.

“Baby let the games begin. I see how this is gonna go, touch me and you’ll never be alone. / are you ready for it?” YALL THIS LINE IS SO CLEVER like she is literally telling him: okay hun so now we’ll let these games begin cause I know exactly how this shit is going to go: if you touch me and come close to me, we will never truly be alone because the media will be up our asses 24/7 so I just want to ask you if you’re ready for that? I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT

When we feel this intense desire of everything falling away it’s a sign that we must go inward. It is the universe’s way of pushing you to go deeper and deeper within yourself. In this way Kundalini awakening is a internal and external journey. once you start establishing the internal alchemy the external alchemy begins shaping and taking form. In reality the more you go deeper into the spiritual progress you begin to see the interconnectivity of everything and how we are never truly alone. #kundaliniawakening #awakening #spirituality #thespiritualpath #energyhealing #ascension symptoms #chakras #spiritualawakening #energy https://www.instagram.com/p/BZvwncFhDgN/

Time Travel (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N somehow finds herself in Hamiltime and struggles to keep her secret.

Pairing: eventual Philip x reader

Warnings: language, unedited, talk of slavery and religion (Christianity)

Word count: 1,876 words

A/N: Part 2. I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m trying to make this as historically accurate as I can so I’m doing hella research and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore. I don’t know if I like this part, but here it is.

Part 1

Philip was trying.

You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but he made sure not to show it. Your hair was shorter than most girls kept it and he couldn’t stop thinking about your big [Y/E/C] eyes. Everything about you hit him like a brick wall. The way you were dressed, the way you acted, how clueless you seemed to be about everything. After all, you had walked into his home not having any idea whose it was.

He tried to ignore how small and cold you hand seemed in his when you offered it to him. He tried to avoid looking at your exposed chest and legs. In a time where showing as much as an ankle was considered risqué, here you stood with your calves and forearms completely uncovered, the area between your breasts out on full display as well. He couldn’t look at you long without thinking about how little you were covered and feeling the need to look away before you caught him.

“You’re not wearing shoes,” he said lamely. You looked at him incredulously.

“I’m sitting here in pants and you’re worried because I’m not wearing shoes?”

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Tears are the Ocean

The world was a dark desert
There was no life
Except one
She was alone
She once loved and lost
From her loneliness came tears
Puddles turned to ponds
Ponds turned to lakes
Lakes turned to oceans
The water surrounded the dry land
Although alone, she found beauty in the waves
Her appreciation turned into the sun
The sun grew with every day
But darkness always settled on her soul
Reminding her of lost love
But even in the darkness, love gave light
From that love the moon was born
And in the night came the tide
In the morning, when the tide was gone
She found a seed, a gift from the ocean
She planted it in the last of the desert
And cried once more
But this time tears of joy
Joyous tears are nourishing and give life
A tree grew from that seed
A peace settled over her heart
An understanding that loneliness and love
Give life to peace and reconciliation
Love lost is love had
More than love not
Her peace released a great wind
Spreading seeds from the tree all over the desert
And from those seeds, a forest.
A great bird saw the trees
Now that the sun shined down on them
He had a place to land
He thought he was alone in the dark
Flying high in the emptiness of space
But then a star was born
Guiding him to a beautiful ocean
The waves wistfully led him forward
Until finally a great wind
Carried him to a tree
One became two
We are never truly alone

Never Home

Request: Can you write one where you’re depressed and he doesn’t know because he’s always gone and you get drunk and yell at him about it and you can take it from there??

Warning: Mentions of depression, drinking, suicide (not main character) and also a major plot twist

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Lmayo, you can tell when I’m in to a series cuz my art style isn’t so consistent.
THIS MONTH: It’s all about Fire Emblem Awakening.

On a bit more serious note: I want you all to sincerely have this gift.

DATE: 09/11/2016

Not many will read what I have to say, and maybe hate will come???
but either way…

If you took the time to read all of it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I will try to keep making them comics in hopes that’ll brighten up your night or day. I’ll try to avoid sad posts on my happy… happy… blog????

I Have a Thought… 

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Please take care of yourselves today; the best that you can.

Take baby steps if you need to, that’s perfectly fine.
Celebrate every little accomplishment like “Hey! I actually woke up on time and feel rested!” to “These are my favorite article of clothing and I can wear them!” They might seem silly and pointless to others but they are important to YOU and that’s what truly matters.

you got out of bed today - I am proud of you.
you stayed in because you felt you needed more rest - I am proud of you.
you managed to eat a little bit today - I am proud of you.
you remembered to stay hydrated and take you meds - I am proud of you.

for constantly picking yourself up and finding a way to get yourself going despite every time you stumbled or fell – regardless of how long you were done – you got up and you’re still here and I am so grateful and so proud of you. that is true strength and I admire you for it. I still have a lot of trouble getting up when I’m face down in the dirt, and I know I’m not alone, but we all have the opportunity and time to keep growing, to keep learning, to keep strengthening our souls and cores.

most of all, we are never truly alone. we have each other to support one another, there are your irl friends and family and your faith or whichever belief system you have faith into (I apologize if I worded that poorly I don’t mean to offend).

I love you all so much, and I want nothing more for you all to be happy, healthy, and to know that you’re loved. You’re all important to me. You’re so kind and caring and understanding of my current condition / situation and I cannot stress how grateful
I am to you all enough for all the continuing messages of love and support. I don’t know what I’d do without you all. I wish I could give back too, but I don’t know how and I’m so sorry.

Okay, I’m done being sappy and rambling… I hope you can forgive me for that and any following lack of activity due to sorting out my condition.

I love you. I’m proud of you. And Papas going to do his best to always be here for you all, okay champs? 💪🏻(`∀´)

Thank you for being here. You’re the best followers in the entire cosmos. ✨💕🌎🌍🌏💫☄☀️🌙

I’ve noticed that a lot of people are really dependent upon relationships. We tend to define ourselves based on our relationship status. We despair over our singleness and we let it influence the way we see ourselves. Then if we do end up in a relationship we let the other person define us and we rely on them for our identity. In all of this, we are letting these limited things that are outside of us determine who we are. We are a “single person” or we are “someones girlfriend/boyfriend.” Then when the relationship grows and progresses, regardless of the health of the relationship we hold on to it so tightly, we are unwilling to let it go because we have let it become our identity. We are who that person says we are, or we are who we are only in relation to that person. That is dangerous thinking. We are becoming dependent on the wrong things. 

We need to be diligent in reminding ourselves to whom we truly belong. We need to remember that our identity is not in who another person says we are, it’s in who God says we are. Our identity is not found in relation to another person, it’s found in relation to the God in whose image we are created. Our identity is not in our singleness because we are never truly alone, we are eternally in relationship to God through his covenant with us. Let him define your identity.

Fic: Game Night

Title: Game Night
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,629
Email: tlynnfic@gmail.com
Summary: They make perfect sense.

Special thanks: To aloysiavirgata, icedteainthebag, leiascully, and dashakay for beta, encouragement, and title suggestions. Squad, you complete me.

Author’s notes: This is a revival AU, so to speak, if any of the rumors are true.

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They’d started out playing gin. But as the sun continued to melt below the horizon, leaving the oppressive humidity behind and one beer each turned into three, Go Fish was the name of the game. It was near dark now, and they sat at their small dining table in the kitchen, the ceiling fan doing little to help cool the air. One bulb was burnt out in the overhead light fixture and the kitchen faucet was leaking, but they’d grown so accustomed to the dim light and the sound of dripping water, it was of little consequence to either of them that he’d promised weeks ago to fix both. His laptop sat open on a chair next to him with a running feed of conspiracy theory chat room conversations on the screen, a quiet ding notifying him of specific words or phrases he was monitoring.

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