Carry On

Welcome to my absurd and boring life

458 notes

portraits-of-america:


     “I’ve been in more than 30 accidents in my life: automobile, work-related, fires—all kinds. One time, I was in a burning vehicle and didn’t think I was gonna make it out. I was ready to go to my final home, but I was embraced by an angel. At other times, I broke my leg, my ribs stuck into my lungs, I lost about a third of my blood, my stomach got punctured—every accident was worse.”     “Do you live dangerously?”     “No, I’ve never been the cause of any of these accidents. I’ve simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time—every time. Several times, I took people out of burning cars and buildings. One time, I went by a house and saw a funny-looking light at the top of the building. I called the firemen and started walking towards the house and the woman thought I looked like a hippy and yelled, ‘What do you want?’ I said, ‘Ma’am, I don’t want to say it, but your house is on fire.’ She said, ‘Oh my God, I’m watching my grandkids!’ So I went up and got them, and I suffered from smoke inhalation—that kind of stuff. But somebody saves me every time, and I think it’s God. He must have some reason for me to live, but what it is? I have no idea. Every time I come close to being something—an actor, singer, artist, writer—something stops me.”
Monroe, MI

portraits-of-america:

     “I’ve been in more than 30 accidents in my life: automobile, work-related, fires—all kinds. One time, I was in a burning vehicle and didn’t think I was gonna make it out. I was ready to go to my final home, but I was embraced by an angel. At other times, I broke my leg, my ribs stuck into my lungs, I lost about a third of my blood, my stomach got punctured—every accident was worse.”
     “Do you live dangerously?”
     “No, I’ve never been the cause of any of these accidents. I’ve simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time—every time. Several times, I took people out of burning cars and buildings. One time, I went by a house and saw a funny-looking light at the top of the building. I called the firemen and started walking towards the house and the woman thought I looked like a hippy and yelled, ‘What do you want?’ I said, ‘Ma’am, I don’t want to say it, but your house is on fire.’ She said, ‘Oh my God, I’m watching my grandkids!’ So I went up and got them, and I suffered from smoke inhalation—that kind of stuff. But somebody saves me every time, and I think it’s God. He must have some reason for me to live, but what it is? I have no idea. Every time I come close to being something—an actor, singer, artist, writer—something stops me.”

Monroe, MI

(via exquisite-pieces-of-heart)

586 notes

Lord, Thank You
I am not the mistakes I have made.
I am not the plans I have failed.
I am not the wrongs I have done.
I am not forgotten.
I am not abandoned.
I am not alone.
Because You say to the lost: Come.
You say to the Unlikely: Beloved
You say to the Battle Weary: Rest.
In a hard and beautiful world,
Your grace is the only pillowed relief for my tired soul
to rest in the Your making all things new.
(via simply-divine-creation)

(via exquisite-pieces-of-heart)

59,739 notes

whogivesmestrength:

chantelbrenna:

squidsqueen:

What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love.  But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.

Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.

This is so important

(Source: beyxnika, via asleepyteenager)