I’ve been focusing so much on aspiring to make a lot of money.
but what if I thought about doing something I’d actually like to do as a way to make a living? that could be so fulfilling!
I don’t even need to make more than 50k a year. or even 40. I don’t need to be so consumed by money.
if I did make lots of money I’d give lots of it away, I wouldnt want to spend it all on me or have a big house but…
why do I have this idea in my mind that I need to make as close to 100 grand as possible to be accomplished?

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ppolarbears:

meanwhileindreamland:

Me being Bry Butler’s mom per ush.

whatever i love you

bringing this back because loooolll. I love cassie. she loves me so much.

ppolarbears:

meanwhileindreamland:

Me being Bry Butler’s mom per ush.

whatever i love you

bringing this back because loooolll. I love cassie. she loves me so much.

(Source: devoutlittleelf)

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little brother and I

little brother and I

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padre

padre

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dat fog

dat fog

dat fog

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foggy morning. (gosh it was nearly 7:30am and so pretty)

foggy morning. (gosh it was nearly 7:30am and so pretty)

foggy morning. (gosh it was nearly 7:30am and so pretty)

foggy morning. (gosh it was nearly 7:30am and so pretty)

foggy morning. (gosh it was nearly 7:30am and so pretty)

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Anonymous

Right hand on shoulder, to neck, to chin, lifting face, brushing tears with left hand, right hand behind head, left in middle back, drawn close, hugged safely for however long you want, prayers dense with scriptural promise gently whispered, sitting as close as possible as long as you want, listening, ready to hug again, ministering Christ's presence with every word, breath, and look, and maybe playing Pokemon until you're asleep. Because you are loved.

I love you.
T_T this is so sweet I can’t even. I read it a couple times.
thank you, stranger. and God bless.

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catfishform:

Sometimes I want to drop out of medical school, learn to hunt and forage, hike way into the wilderness, build a cabin, and just exist.

I’d build one with you. I’ve wanted to build something for so long. I can make a bow and arrow.

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grape juicebox. this is one of my favorite things.

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my mom heard me crying and told me to come talk to her. she thinks my moods have been more down ever since I started this medication. I hope that’s not true. I need it to function. it helps my panic attacks. I know it makes me more irritable but it helps me to not fear. she wants me to talk to a doctor.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel as though I’m making things harder for other people a lot of the time. I do help some people, and it’s something to smile about, but I hurt some people too. and I have hurt people so much already in my life.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know if it’s just the medication or if I am getting fed up with myself and the way I’ve been living my life.
I don’t want to say the rest of what I feel on here because I know people read it.

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I’m gonna make another attempt to get really fit and healthy and maybe that will help me to not be depressed.

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reason #500 why my job is awesome

my boss let me draw Pokemon all over the glass walls of her office.

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I guess in all honesty I know I have issues.
so I get scared to be close to people because they’ll see how difficult and wretched I can really be, and then they’ll walk away, or no longer have an affection for me.
it can be tempting to keep people at a distance for this reason.
but.. I should just keep trying? right? try to reach out. try to not self-isolate. try to love people better. I should try harder. but I’m afraid of failure. I’ve failed so many times I’ve wondered if people would even take it to heart if I tried to do something good.
I wish I was a better person. but I’ll try harder.
fall down, get up, spit the rocks out. try try try.

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love is the most pleasant freedom from despair.

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emails from Shawn

"I am listening to U2’s new (free) album on it, and enjoying it immensely, because I am old. 

Sent from my iPad”

one hour later…

"I’ve seen for myself that there is no end to grief. That’s how I know, and all I need to know, is that there is no, there is no end to love.

Sent from my Bono”

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