"Can Anything Separate Us From Christ's Love? Does It Mean He No Longer Loves Us If We Have Trouble Or

Favourate fanfic series of all time. I’ve reread it so many times, it’s so good

Emily said once that being nervous was his full time job. Even now, Adam doesn't know if he considers that to be very fair. At the time he’d laughed. It’s more of a hobby, he’d said. For it to be a job I'd have to get paid. At the current moment, face flushed by drink and blasted by a late night breeze that’s a mixture of boiled fetid garbage and car exhaust, five stories away from the crippling ground, those nerves are all he can focus on. His nerves, and not developing a case of vertigo. He’s always been a bit nervous, a bit shy. Highschool had been rough, honestly. He’d been quiet, contemplative and, above all, nervous, and that was back in the days when bullies had eaten his discomfort with glee. Is high school is still like that? For Lydia's sake, he hopes not. Maybe girls are kinder now than they were then. Maybe kids who are different or strange don’t get the short end of the stick. Maybe he’ll be a millionaire by next week.

FLOWERS

also yes

I can

Even through death, and seemingly impossible life, they are amplified in their beauty, and all that is believed and thought into them. They are frozen in the moment of life, and in death, show the meaning of love.

Though the ice has a deathly touch, it’s sweet caress petrified, and preserved it.

The love and life the flowers were given by, forever trapped in grateful departure.

Someone, whoever it was, brought withe those flowers love and bittersweet memories within them. And those offerings to the departed, confined in the glittering storm.

Withe what destroys, a storm of tears and sorrow. But even through the darkness comes a gleaming life. A preserved moment. Forever against the odds.

And through the storm, you see light. You see love and hate and happiness and sorrow. And throughout all of that, is the moment of the past, meeting withe the present, and turning into the future.

And withe what moment passes, and withe what storm may happen, comes forth the moments given and the love preserved in an endless embrace.

An embrace, that supposedly has the claws of deaths, sweetly reminds you.

Reminds you of what is to come, and what has come, meeting in impossible odds, to become the present.

@fandomawesomeness there ya go!

cemetery flowers after the ice storm photography: Peter Fricke

If I saw this flying around I would be not so fearless…I would guess I would feel the same feeling as looking at meteors showering down on earth. Beautiful but terrifying, emphasis on the beautiful. Of course, I’m not against meteors showering down, meteors are cool. This is cool. Or meteors are actually hot it’s metaphorical. Sublime work of art. My meteorphor failed. My point is that it’s pretty, I like. Hearts. 💚💚💚

Fearless Flight by nickbleb

I’ve heard many songs. So many. But this lyrics verse is by far one of the deepest ones I’ve ever heard.

“Gone now are the old times

Forgotten, time to hold on the railing

The Rubix cube isn't solving for us

Old friends, long forgotten

The old ways at the bottom

Of the ocean now has swallowed

The only thing that's left

Is us, so pardon the silence

That you're hearing is turning

Into a deafening, painful, shameful roar”

-Ode To The Mets by The Strokes

LAVA LAVA LAVA I LAVA(love) LAVA

@fandomawesomeness OOOO

Yet another pumpkin beret in progress!

Yarn: unknown manufacturer, cotton-blend faux-mohair.

Crochet pattern: Slouchy Pumpkin Beret by Ellen Aria

Spider

Raven Paintings by chatte-bleu

Hehehe let’s seee

There was once two friends, one more similar then the other friend

both very different from eachother, but with vague similarities as well.

As they gained more similarities, they became closer

And as they became closer, they fell in love

But even through the similarities came another

One who was more similar to different

And withe the similarities this other became closer the different friend

For they were one of the same

And withe these similarities, the other and the friend became closer

And withe closeness came love

The different friend left the similar friend

For one more similar to its own peculiarities

But as the similar friend and the other became known to eachother

They realized

All of them were similar in their own ways

They each have differences, but what they have in common is the differences

Each are their own, and together have themselves

@fandomawesomeness I have no idea heh, your turn~

writing prompt: whatever is going here

Hearts hearts hearts

The Most Detailed Images of the Moon ever (2023)

Photographer Darya Kawa stacked (133,000) frames and 147GB worth of data to achieve this. I've been working on this project since 4 days ago. This image takes up to 22 hours of editing and stacking since the amount of data was so massive.

Kawa took almost a quarter million frames (231,000) and i spend unimaginable amount of work over the course of 3 weeks to process and stack all the data which was equivalent to 313 GB.