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Feb 17, 2014

Rediscovered Joy

Since I’ve been at university I’ve not felt God’s presence at all. Last year, during my first year, I barely went to church and made quite a few hurtful (to myself and God) mistakes. This year I realised that I want to and need to get back to God. However, I just felt like I was living a dual life: Sundays I had this mask of the happy Christian, I had quite shallow conversations at church and then, for the rest of the week, I continued without God not reading my Bible or praying alone. I was angry at God for not speaking to me or revealing his presence to me though, with hindsight, I can see that I wasn’t making a true whole-hearted effort to contact Him. I was also angry for various occurrences in the past and used my anger as an excuse for sin. Deep down I didn’t really want to change, I convinced myself I was having fun and living the student life that all students “should” experience, like it was some sort of entitlement to fun that God or church was trying to take away from me. I still believed in God, but I was completely dead in my faith. I also didn’t feel like I was making true friends because I didn’t really know my identity — it wasn’t in Jesus anymore, it was a free-running concept. I couldn’t figure myself out, let alone how people could try and figure me out.

But this weekend taught me to find my identity in Jesus. I began finally and truly opening up to him, letting go of my anger which I had held for so long over something so small. I started to admit my sin and began to see why it was a sin in the first place which allowed me to truly repent, which I hadn’t been doing before. It was a sin because it was against what God wanted for me, and all he wants is just the best for me. He has made His desires the desires of my heart now so that I want to live a holy life with him and no longer see His “rules” as rules and restrictions to freedom, but rather their own freedom from the vicious circle of sin that does not satisfy or make you feel good. He wasn’t trying to take away my “entitlement to fun” and present me with some boring, safe life that is unappealing to me. Quite the opposite, I had the most fun weekend I’ve had in a long time and felt so connected and comfortable with the people around me. And the life he has planned for me is not boring or safe, it will be an adventure, an adventure with him to help others by fulfilling their needs but also but trying to show them that they can receive and share the same joy I have now rediscovered.  


Paul Stockamore
Bike ride back to Manhattan, 2006
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Bike ride back to Manhattan, 2006

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i used to be a really smart kid who was “going places” but now i just cry a lot and eat all the food in the fridge

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Feb 12, 2014 / 477,292 notes

This is basically what it’s like to be an adult.

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Feb 12, 2014 / 287,241 notes
Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
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Random Ramblings

Why do I like the city?

Because a thousand lives can pass you by without you having enough time to wonder about each one.

Because no one really has any roots but an amalgam of different lines connecting different cultlures and ways of life. 

Because just when you think there couldn´t possibly anywhere to hide in a place with so many people, there´s a secluded green or path by the river that no one ever goes and you can just sit and reflect, and watch the world go by. 

Because when too much is running around in your head you can block it out with the noise from outside. A comfortable noise and fills in the uncomfortable silences.

Because it never sleeps. No it´s way too much to do. It´s way too active and exciting for sleeping. 

Because to can travel for an hour and still be in the same city but in a completely different world. 

Because you can leave and come back and everything will have changed. It will be new and even more exciting.

Because it holds unlimited opportunity, stories, futures, unlimited anything. You´ll never exhuast it, become tired of it.

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What is this 3 days bullshit… can’t I just be texted/ text now…?

Do you believe in destiny? How about love at first sight?
What about the power of God, or the stars that you look at each night?
I like to think there’s a plan, that we all have a destined fate,
and along the path before us, we end up finding soul mates.
Do you play along with me because your heart wants you to try?
Or is this just a coincidence from a simple passerby?
But even if it’s just by chance and you’re not playing any games,
then coincidence or not, this is run by higher fame.
No matter what you believe, I know this much to be true,
love cannot be conjured, it comes from out of the blue.
True love can fill a galaxy, from earth and beyond mars,
and when you find a love like that, it’s written in the stars.
Written in the Stars, © S.Pardy 2013 (via sarahmariepardy)

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Why Did You Put that Ugly Picture on the Wall?

Her line of tarnished, slightly yellow teeth are spread in a smile across

Her creased, tanned face making her nose crinkle at the sides.

Her eyes squint, black beads staring out from

Under neatly, but not perfectly, arched eyebrows.

Her forehead stretches out to scraped-back deep, deep black hair.

A touch of pearls twinkle at the bottom of her exposed ears,

And proudly, beneath her face, the neck extends and twists.

She hugs a smiling child tightly, two faces squashed together,

One gap-toothed smile against a full-grown grin,

Both as blindly happy as each other, head to head,

Eye to eye, cheek to cheek- the merging

Of colours, sweet, innocent and warm.

“Why did you put that ugly picture of me up on your wall?”

“It’s not ugly, mãe*, it’s beautiful.”

*mãe= mum 

Oct 26, 2013 / 17,983 notes
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal.
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Oct 25, 2013 / 15,543 notes

Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.

Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.

Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.

Oct 16, 2013 / 21,216 notes
Oct 16, 2013

So I realised why I keep myself so constantly busy to the point I think I might collapse with exhuastion…

Because even when I have that one hour to myself, to do nothing, I begin to think too much. 

I begin to think too much about how I life is inevitably rolling towards a 9-5 office job with only 2 weeks holiday a year, how society dictates that you should be selfish and indeed you have to be selfish to even survive let alone to succeed, how this might be the last chances I have to have fun yet I’m not even sure of what having fun constitutes… how all brilliant and ‘classic’ literature seem to come to the same conclusion about life- our intangible, short-lived lives against a world that is so permanent, about how the system is created by us but not for us, about how we shouldn’t conform, yet we all end up doing so because there doesn’t seem to be an escape. 

And the thoughts spiral on down- so I stop and create something else for me to do. Some are anethetised anyway to these thoughts, by cheap reality TV shows and attention money-grabbing adverts- but I just try to keep myself busy with activities.

First world problems. Yet, the ‘third world’ seem to want to badly to be us.