When you have bad days that just won’t let up, I just hope that you will look in the mirror and remind yourself of what you are and what you are not. You are not your mistakes. You are not damaged goods or money from your failed explorations. You are not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know you. You are a product of the lessons that you’ve learned. You are wiser because you went through something terrible. And you are the person who survived a bunch of rainstorms and kept walking.”

anonymous asked:

You really have armor? You neeeed to post a picture. And I would love to kiss a beautiful warrior such as yourself. <3

I actually make it on occasion.

It doesn’t matter if your experience matches perfectly with a known identity; if you are not comfortable with identifying as a certain label, you under no circumstance have to. It is 100% your choice, and you don’t have to justify yourself. It’s your identity, not anyone else’s.

Everyone left, they hate me, they don’t care about me. 

And you kept thinking what did you do wrong or what happened and they all suddenly stopped talking to you.

You kept blaming yourself to the point you became very depressed. 


Have you not thought to yourself that you will be answering Allah alone and not with the help of even your parents on the day of reckoning?


Look, I too have been in this phase. Believe me.

But it is very wrong to blame yourself because of the things that happened, its simply a fact that says these people are not good for you and Allah saved you from them, it must be surreal for you now but in time Allah will show you why such people do not exist in your life anymore, and when that time comes you’ll realize it is all for your well being.

Indeed, people are dependent, sometimes to the one they love, their friends or family, not thinking that eventually these people will go either by the time they reach old age or that by the time you have done something wrong and they can’t forgive you and just want you out of their lives. 

Yes, this happens, there are people like that in this world. May Allah forgive us all.

So today, I wanted to share this beautiful story of  a man who will show you great strength of His trust with Allah and that true companionship comes from Allah as well.

I will not be narrating his whole life but just this event that highlighted such beautiful and inspiring moment to everyone.

This happened during the battle of Tabuk where the Muslims marched forth to fight against the Romans, and during this time, there was drought and many weak souls remained behind.

Most of those who remained behind were of the hypocrites who scoffed the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam and his Companions Radiyallahu Anhum for marching forth in the heat.

During this arduous march with the scorching heat above them, they noticed that Abu Dharr RA was not among them, and so one of Sahabah said “O Messenger of Allah, Abu Dharr has remained behind, his riding camel has slowed him down.”

The Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam said:

“Leave him for if he has goodness in him, Allah will make him catch up with you. And if he is otherwise, then Allah has disburdened you of him.”

Thus they continued to march without pause.

Meanwhile, Abu Dahrr RA was trying to prod his riding camel to move faster, but his attempts in vain. So he took his things, carried them on his back and followed the tracks of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam and his Sahabah RA.

When from a distance the Muslims saw the rising of dust, a sign that a man was approaching they said, “O Messenger of Allah, this indeed is a man who is walking all by himself on the road.”

The Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalam said expectantly, “Be Abu Dharr!” When the man came nearer and the people were able to discern his features, they said, “By Allah, he is Abu Dharr, O Messenger of Allah!”

The Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam then said: “May Allah have mercy on Abu Dharr; he walks alone, he will die alone, and he will be resurrected alone.”


What does this story teaches us? 

That like Abu Dharr, even if we have faith in Allah, we will be tested in so many ways but it is only those who are the likes of Abu Dharr that we could achieve such beautiful reward.

Indeed, like Abu Dharr, we also will and may have experienced the lost of beloved ones, or have our so called friends leaving us or even talking about us behind our backs, but even in seclusion and without companionship, Abu Dharr risen to follow the footsteps of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam, and look how Allah Azza Wa Jall made him catch up and be with the companionship of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam.

So if you come and think of it, we have to stay focused to our goal, ask yourself, if you were in same situation like of that of Abu Dharr RA, being left and would have to walk alone, would you actually walk forward or just stay depressed and whine about how they left you or they hate you because they left you or would you be like Abu Dharr that is so determined to go on?

Ask yourself, is it your friends or these people the reason that makes you really happy and makes you say “I shall go on”?


And I pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall enlightens our hearts to yearn for His Companionship along with the companionship of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam and His Companions on the day we return back to Him. May He make the day we finally meet Him the most beautiful day of ours. 




Story was taken from Al Baihaqi, Dala’il 221, Ibn Asakir 70/157 and Ahmad 5/166

teenagers don’t listen when you say it

but 9/10 the relationships teenagers have aren’t as deep as the relationships you have when you’re older

when you’re more sure of yourself and sure of what you need and deserve

so even if you’re a teen who isn’t dating

i promise you you’re not missing out on anything

spend your teens getting to know you and when it’s time for you to start dating you’ll be surprised how rich the love you get can be

Please, please, do your own research. Please don’t blindly believe everything you’re told. I don’t care if you’re a Christian, Atheist, Buddhist, whatever, please do your own research about your beliefs and the beliefs of others. Come to your own conclusions. Find the truth for yourself, because you cannot rely on other people to tell you the truth all the time. 

oswaldotheimmortal replied to your post: half of y’all niggas really just…like……

It sounds like you might need to ask yourself what are you looking to get out of tumblr. I hope that doesn’t sound rude

this isnt like expecting things out of tumblr, this is expecting shit from people in general

because this is a thing that happens in my real life away from tumblr like niggas can’t talk to me EVER normally they have to be funny and weird constantly to try to like…impress me like yeah i made a couple jokes during our convo but im trying to be serious

“I hate you”

A/N: this has cursing, fighting, angry!Luke. Thanks to whoever requested.

The sound of the front door to your flat slamming shut echoed through the house. You heard curses and groans from under his breath. He struggled to kick his shoes off and when he did, he sloppily threw them onto the floor.

“Luke, Is that you?” you asked from your bedroom upstairs. There wasn’t an answer, so you decided to go check for yourself. He normally never got home from the studio this late so he either had a horrible day or he went out partying with the lads.

You tip-toed down the stair well. Luke was sitting on the couch in the living room. You could smell the alcohol coming off of him from all the way upstairs. He had another a beer cracked open and the bottle lay in between his legs. He was typing profusely on his phone, quietly mumbling to himself.

“Luke?” you questioned.

“Jesus. (y/n), it’s me! Who the hell else would it be?” he spat in an annoyed tone. You were taken aback by his rude tone and honestly didn’t feel like having this fight with a drunk Luke. It happened many times before, since Luke seemed to be an angry drunk.

“I have dinner ready for you. I’ll just heat it up,” you told him as you passed by the living room on the way to the kitchen. Luke didn’t answer, he kept his attention on the football game.

You put the plate of pasta that you had made for him hours ago- when he was actually supposed to be arriving home- in the microwave. “Lukey, It’s done,” you called as the annoying beeping of the microwave went off. Again, no answer.

“Luke,” you called again. “Jesus christ,” you mumbled, when there was pure silence.

“Whatcha doing?” you asked. You walked into the living room and peered over his shoulder. Luke jerked his phone away from your vision and continued typing.

“Can you stop trying to get in my business?” he shouted at you as he quickly sent a message and locked his phone.

“Sorry,” you whispered, no where near the volume he had used a seconds ago. “I just wanted to tell you dinner was done,” you said.

“Yeah, I heard you the first five fucking times,” he blew you off. Luke got up and walked straight into the kitchen.

“Here,” you smiled, handing him the hot plate of spaghetti. Luke didn’t even thank you, before grabbing a fork and sitting down at the table. You sat across from him but he didn’t tell you about his day, or even talk to you, like he normally would.

“Oh god, did you make this?” he asked with a disgusted look on his face.

“Mhm,” you quietly mumbled. It was evident he didn’t like it.

“It’s uhh… different,” he replied. he made an attempt to spare your feelings, but it didn’t work.

“If you don’t like it, you can tell me,” you said with a fake smile.

“Okay, it’s disgusting,” he laughed. He clearly didn’t understand all the effort you put into this. He didn’t understand that all you wanted to do was make him a warm meal and you couldn’t even do that right.

“Sorry. I was just trying to be a good girl friend,” you said, a hint of anger to your voice.

“It didn’t really work out that way,” he chuckled. Luke ate a few more bites, before he decided he’d had enough of your horrible pasta.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of you and this pasta,” he joked, but it wasn’t a joke to you. He walked away from the table and back into the family room. He resumed his position, this time grabbing another beer.

You followed him out there to give him a piece of your angry mind. “You don’t have to be so rude all the time. The minute you walked through that door you were a dick to me. I did nothing to you, so care to tell me why you’re pissed off?” you shouted.

“Please stop talking to me,” he mumbled, grabbing his hair and frustratedly pulling at the ends.

“No, Lucas. I’ve had enough of this. I’m sick of you treating me like garbage. You don’t know how hard I worked on that dinner. Just tell me why you are angry!” you shouted.

“Okay, I’m done. Your so fucking clingy and annoying. Can it hurt you to leave me alone for 5 seconds?” he yelled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sassily remarked.

“Means, I’m going upstairs to go to bed because I can’t deal with my clingy ass girlfriend,” he told you. He stormed off the couch and starting making his way upstairs. You were still livid with him, so you followed.

By the time you got up there, he had stripped down to his boxers and was getting ready to crash. “You again?” he laughed. Your rolled your eyes at his comment.

“What is your problem, huh? What the fuck did I do to deserve your shitty ass attitude?” you screamed at him.

“You are my problem. You wonder why I’m always at the studio or with the boys, but it’s all because I’m trying to get away from you,” he yelled back. This time throwing one of the books on the night stand at the wall behind you.

You gasped as the book gently grazed your ear. “The hell was that for?” you shouted.

“For fuck’s sake. (y/n) I don’t like when you get like this. In fact, I hate you,” he yelled. His face was bright red and his neck veins were popping out.

Who was this person? You surely didn’t recognize him. As soon as he uttered those words, your perfect, loving boyfriend was gone. You stared at him your mouth still agape. “You don’t mean it, you are just angry,” your voice cracked, as your eyes welled with tears. Every bit of anger you had been replaced with sadness.

“I mean every word I say,” he spat.

The tears welling in your eyes came running down your red cheeks. You looked at the monster before you. Luke would never say those words to you. Never. Whoever this person before you was, is a different man than the one you fell in love with.

The words repeated in your head. A loud sob came through your body as you struggled to find words to say. That’s when he realized what he’d done. He’d hurt you, broke you, left you. He caused pain on the only thing he loved.

“Baby-,” he whispered, coming towards you with his arms opening for a hug.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” you sobbed.

“Please- I-,” he tried getting out, but his sobs made it nearly impossible to speak.

“I-I t-think I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight. Night, Lucas,” you said, while tears dripped down your cheeks.

“I Love you,” he whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t say those same three words back to him.

anonymous asked:

I want to communicate with spirits and entities, but the problem is I dont really have a reason, or something that I want to get out of it. im just curious, and very lonely. what do you suggest? do I find a purpose, or communicate casually? and how?

Hmm. I don’t think you have to have a reason. But I would be very careful here- make sure you are well protected and know exactly what it is you’re getting into! It isn’t hard to imagine something taking advantage of that loneliness or curiosity and causing harm to you.

As for how! This isn’t my area of expertise but I will refer you forward:

As long as you are well prepared and protect yourself (Protect yourself!! I cannot emphasise this enough, please be safe!) you don’t need some cosmic reason to be doing this. Good luck, and go well!

anonymous asked:

you claim to hate everybody but I think you just hate yourself ( this is a neutral anon btw, this is not hate nor a compliment)

i do have problems with self hatred lol

but rn? this has nothing to do with how i feel about myself. i hate anti sjws and truscum and neurotypicals lmao

But I Think Youre So Mean, I Think We Should Try

Read If Youre Gone here!

               Your bed had never felt so cold and empty and your chest had never hurt as bad as it was in that moment. You lay in the dark room staring at the ceiling. Dean’s speech flooding your mind as well as memories; your tears slipped from your eyes and you rolled over into your pillow and let out a sob; ‘I need to fix this’ you thought to yourself.

               You quietly got up and made your way down the hallway, he always slept with his door shut just like you. You slowly pushed it open and let the hall light shine in; there he was sound asleep in bed, his face stained from tears and his eyes were puffy. You bit your lip; if you stepped in this room, there was no going back, you were taking the chance and you were doing this. You were giving your life to save Dean.

               But if you turned and went back to your room, you and Dean would never be together again, no laughing, no hugs, no late night or early morning kisses. No more jokes or cuddles during TV time. You pulled your eyebrows together and sighed. You missed your Dean and if there was a way for you to have him again, mark or not, you were going to take it.

               Slowly, you crept in his room, his woodsy, musk smell hitting you. You smiled biting your lip as you closed your eyes. Dean always smelt so amazing, he smelt like gunpowder, soap, musk and leather. You slowly walked over and stood on the side that was so familiar to you. You ran your fingers lightly over the blankets, sighing as you pulled them back, letting your body slowly sink into your spot.

               Dean felt the movement and instantly opened his eyes, his hand gripping the gun under his pillow. “Dean…” the soft voice that made him feel like he was dreaming called out. “Dean…are you awake?” you whispered.

               You were counting on him to feel you get into bed; slowly he rolled over and looked at you. “Y/N….are you okay?” he whispered. You nodded “yes…I….I need to talk to you” you said lying beside him, as he rolled over and faced you.

               You stared at his sparkling green eyes for a moment, “Dean…I’m still in love with you. And I don’t want to lose you…I don’t want you to change, I’m going to be here for everything…we’re going to remove that mark and I’ll still be here. I fell in love with you because of the amazing man you are, the way you risk everything for someone you don’t know…I wish I could be that amazing” He went to say something, but you stopped him. “Just…hear me out…” you shifted closer to him, taking his hand in yours. “I never want to go through this again; I don’t want to lie in bed at night without you next to me. I don’t want to look around and not see your flannels on the floor, or your leather jacket lay over the chair in the corner. I’m in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you” you whispered pressing your lips to his.

               Dean eagerly kissed you back pulling you into his solid warm chest as his tongue licked your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you so much baby…” he murmured, almost so quietly you didn’t hear him. Almost.

               You smiled at him and snuggled as close as you could get to him. “I love you too Dean” you whispered as you drifted off to sleep.

Read If Youre Gone here!


to our lighthouse and guardian, junmyeon!! thank you for always guiding exo and exo-l’s through bumps in the road! i can’t even begin to express my gratitude for all that you’ve done for us, and i applaud your always striving attitude and efforts to represent exo in the best way possible ! to me, you’re more than just a leader ; you’re an idol that i respect wholeheartedly and look up to. thank you for teaching me valuable skills i would’ve lacked otherwise! thank you for everything, please take care of yourself and continue to lead exo to success!! — 150522 

things i said: ‘u have no idea how much i want to hurt u’ [after tireless misgendering] 'i hope something horrible happens to u’
what people seem to think i said: kill yourself

anonymous asked:

That 16 year old anon, concerned about not having a boyfriend up until now. I'm 22 turning 23 soon, I've never had a boyfriend or been kissed, and I feel pretty normal. I always tell myself it's better to spend my time learning and loving who I am, while I patiently wait. Than to spend my time crying over heartbreaks and disappointments. The key is to keep loving yourself no matter what. Your time will come, focus the other important people and things in your life. God knows when you're ready.

amen. thank you for sharing your testimony and words of encouragement

if you are gonna tell anyone who uses a different name from their birth name that you will not respect that choice, fucking commit.  cary grant is now archibald leach.  jay-z is shawn corey carter.  tom hardy is edward.  vin diesel is mark sinclair vincent.  judy garland is frances ethel gumm.  people go by names other than their birth names all the time for a variety of reasons.  go fuck yourself