ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now
these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately
“You don’t stop brushing your teeth because you’re tired, so don’t stop exercising!”—From a “thriving during the medicine clerkship” PDF I found online. Hoping I can apply that to all my clerkships. I start on surgery in six days and I’m scurrrred.
“I’m in for the night.”—Although I probably won’t be going to sleep for another 5 hours, I’ve taken my make up off, changed clothes and wrapped my hair, so I cannot accompany you to the club (via blackproverbs)
What men don’t understand is that women are FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of underage girls because we remember when we were young and some adult man made us uncomfortable or manipulated us or was inappropriate with us and we were powerless.
We once read in a book that sin is like an obnoxious yapping dog on the outside of a door. We may let this stupid little dog in because it says things like, ‘Don’t worry, I won’t bite. It’s no big deal. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I just want to come inside.’
Then we open the door, and the little dog leaps at our legs and starts biting. Many Christians realize the mistake of letting this yapping dog inside of their houses, but then they don’t know what to do. They try to tame the dog. When that doesn’t work, they kick themselves for letting the dog in. Instead of kicking themselves, they need to be kicking out the dog that’s biting their leg.
”—From “Don’t Date Naked” by Michael and Amy Smalley
I am His, by Him created; I am His, by Him redeemed; I am twice His, by original right and by purchase; I am His, and He will defend me, He will correct me, He will make use of me, He will love me, He will delight in me. I am my beloved’s, and no one else possesses either right or power over me, except according to His will. He is mine, and all that is mine is His. All my sin, all my weakness, all my condemnation, all my misery, all my fears, all my shortcomings, I give to Him. They are His. His strength is my strength, His righteousness my righteousness, His wisdom, His holiness, His salvation, and His God is my God. His Father is my Father. His brethren my brethren. And His heaven my home. For I belong to Him, and He is mine.
Being a Presbyterian won’t save you from sin. It may take the joy out of if, but it won’t save you from sin. That is just the difficulty in many partly changed lives. The joy of the thing is gone. But the fact of sinning is not, it is still there.
To indulge in joyless sinning is no joy. You have just enough religion to make you miserable by your sinning, and not enough to make you masterful by our Savior. Then where is the snag? Is this the best that Christianity can bring? Some modern theologians frankly say yes. And they continue going around muttering ‘God have mercy upon us.’
you could take me on a date anywhere and i’d be happy. like it could be the movie theater. or watching a movie at your house. you could take me outside and we could look at clouds or climb trees i do not care as long as we hold hands or something at some point
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
wrITE A BOOK
This reminds me of the music video for Nickelback’s “Savin Me.”
“This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is sort of a splendid torch which I have a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it over to future generations.”—George Bernard Shaw
“I insist that the irrelevance of black life has been drilled into this country since its infancy, and shall not be extricated through the latest innovations in Negro Finishing School. I insist that racism is our heritage, that Thomas Jefferson’s genius is no more important than his plundering of the body of Sally Hemmings, that George Washington’s abdication is no more significant than his wild pursuit of Oney Judge, that the G.I Bill’s accolades are somehow inseparable from its racist heritage.”—Ta-Nehisi Coates on Michael Dunn being found not guilty in the murder of Jordan Davis. (via 518labor)