So maybe this is what we’ve been both wanting to tell each other.

I just want everything to be pleasing to God, and according to His will.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via jaimelannister)

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I don’t know why but club matters are really getting on my nerves. I understand Sam is concerned and feels I did a bad job and that CH guy in charge also thinks the same way.

But honestly I feel that CH didn’t do a good job himself, I had to email him countless times, went to his office and he wasn’t there, invited him to watch out land training and though he said he would be there he didn’t even turn up. And then I was on crutches and injured then he asks Sam why he’s never seen me before -.- I think sometimes adults feel like they’re right in most situations and can justify their actions more than youths can justify ours. But sometimes I feel like I did the best in my capacity and all the timings/situations were just not suitable for things to work to my benefit.

And sometimes I mean how does doing all this help. Chasing people and them not replying. I’m not even riding anymore and I miss it very much but people don’t understand. Then they think being injured isn’t all that bad and while sure it isn’t, I still have my legs I can get better etc etc, I think they don’t remember that any form of recovery is still a pain in the ass. And up till now like after physiotherapy today morning. I’m just like. How the hell did I get so badly injured again?

Being positive is not a problem, doing work is not a problem. But when people make light of what you’re going through.. Now that’s not very kind.

EXAMS ARE OVER.

OH GOSH SO RELIEVED. wanna have a good break now :)

gemmacorrell:

My drawing for the Urban Graphic Big Draw postcard lotto is, predictably, a bad pun.

gemmacorrell:

My drawing for the Urban Graphic Big Draw postcard lotto is, predictably, a bad pun.

“He threw all those parties, hoping she’d wander in one night.”

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Look for God, like a man whose head is on fire searches for water.

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