- year is 2392
- child: mommy i can't sleep
- mother: don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations
- mother: PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT EVERYBODY JUST HAVE A GOOD TIME
I THREW A KID IN THE WELL
DONT ASK ME ILL NEVER TELL
I WILL REGRET THIS IN HELL
BUT HE WAS IN MY WAY
I’LL TRADE YOUR SOUL FOR A WISH
DAMNATION AND SIN FOR A KISS
I WASN’T LOOKING FOR THIS
BUT YOU WERE IN MY WAY
YOUR GLARE WAS HOLDIN’
RIPPED SPLEEN, SKIN WAS ROLLIN’
DARK NIGHT, BLOOD WAS FLOWIN’
WHERE YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, BABY?
They’re just as bad and as corrupt as much of the Republican Party. I am so sick of this “Good Guy” role that they encourage people to believe that they play.
I cringe when I see this whole, “Republicans = Bad” mentality going on.
both political parties suck equally. can we just start a Catholic party?
^ Cuz a Catholic party don’t stop.
i hate when applications are like “why do you want to work here”
because i need money
what do you want me to say omfg
I HAVE A PASSION FOR FROZEN YOGURT
I hate it when college applications ask me to describe myself.
They don’t give me enough room to talk about how amazing and perfect I am.
C’mon Common App. 500 words? Give me a break.
I think that one of the worst feelings you could ever have as a teenager has to do with knowing you made your parents cry.
And it is with great awkwardness that I say that hopefully, some of you can relate to this. Otherwise, I must be sounding like a pretty terrible son already.
Nevertheless, at least I can say that some of the saints have been there and done that, especially when you consider St. Augustine, because for 17 years, he made his mother, St. Monica, cry.
She cried because she desperately wanted her son, who was living an immoral life, to know and love the one true God.
In the end, it was through St. Monica’s persistent tears and prayers to God, that her prayers were answered. St. Augustine converted from his old, sinful ways, and received the gift of counsel – which helped him to not only know the difference between right and wrong, but to have the inclination to choose the right – in order to avoid sin and seek salvation.
Because it should’ve been me up there.
- YEAH GIRL I’MMA TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND
- put them in a closet for you cause it’s polite
- YEAH BABY THAT’S RIGHT IMMA PICK YOU UP AND
- carry you to your bed cause baby I know you tired
- OH GIRL IMA SLAP DAT
- broom out of your hand because you’ve had a long day at work, and i can do it myself.
- WAIT TILL YOU SEE MA
- collection of politely worded love letters.
the only time I will ever reblog my own post
Here are some that come to mind for me!
- Colossians 3:2
- John 16:33
- Psalm 46:11 (NAB translation)
- Luke 2:19
- Jeremiah 29:11-13
Okay, so let’s be real.
St. Bartholomew isn’t exactly the most popular Apostle in town. He’s barely mentioned in the Gospels, and St. John insists on calling him Nathanael.. But we do know that he had the guts to diss Jesus’ neighborhood and still prove to be incapable of duplicity.. At least he’s got that much going for him.
Nevertheless, I always laugh when I think about saints like St. Bartholomew – saints who aren’t exactly well known, and yet my laugh is one of hope.
Because there is a saying that goes, “To the world, you are one person but to one person, you are the world.”
And this is exactly the hope that fills my heart when I hear the stories of St. Bartholomew, St. Dymphna, St. Chillen, St. Alphege the Bald, St. Kenny, St. Guy, St. Dora, or my personal favorite: St. Fabius Claudius Gordianus Fulgentius… Awesome confirmation saint names to take up, btw.
Because no matter how small, unimportant, insignificant the world might try to make us feel…
God will forever be the person in our lives who will see each and every one of us, regardless of our failures and shortcomings as His children, and say, “To me, child. You are the world. And I would rather die for You than risk spending an eternity of happiness without You.”
And let this be the knowledge we long to grasp in our lives… Knowledge that transcends the pages of our math, history and science books. Knowledge to perfect our faith in the presence of God who’s madly in love with me, with you, and the person right next to you. Knowledge to understand that we are here on this earth for a reason – and even if the world may never realize it, God does. And he hopes we do too.
There once was a man named Jean Valjean. He stole a loaf of bread and then everyone died.
Pretty much. It’s so profound.
in 8th grade we thought it would be funny to scare our algebra teacher so when she was writing on the board we all put on dora masks and when she turned around she screamed
doing this omg
@histarious dude, lets do this during theatre, yaaah?!
YES. OH MY GOODNESS.
hey r u made of phosphorus, etherium, arsenic, adamantium, nitrogen and tyberium? cuz ur a
- A: What's your top choice for college so far?
- Me: I guess Thomas Aquinas, but -
- A: Where's that?
- Me: Santa Paula.
- A: ..Where's that?
- Me: It's like, kinda in between Santa Barbara and LA.
- A: Ohhhh sweet! So, it's like, a party school, right?
- Me: Well if you consider the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass to be a party, then yeah, I hear they party it up 4 times a day.
- A: ...........So is it a party school?
Don’t worry. This is not going to be a long reflection (I hope). This is not going to be a post trashing Robert Pattinson’s and Kristen Stewart’s broken relationship. This is, in no way, meant to offend any Twi-Hards (well, at least, intentionally).
But I feel strangely compelled to write a post reflecting on a video I came across on YouTube that shows a fan expressing her rather strong feelings about the whole Rob & Kristen drama (be warned - there’s a bit of strong language in the video).
And here’s what the girl had to tell Kristen:
If you really loved him (Rob) that much, you wouldn’t have done it. If you cared about him that much, you wouldn’t have done it.
Why, but of course. I agree wholeheartedly.
And if you wanted people to back off and not be involved, then you wouldn’t have posted that statement - but you see, the thing is..
Okay, wait, hold up, don’t tell me that you’re implying that -
YOU WERE STUPID ENOUGH TO GET PHOTOGRAPHED DOING IT. DON’T BE SO STUPID.
..You implied it.
You implied that when evaluating mankind’s stupidity with 99.9% of the sins they commit, you have to first consider whether or not they made a conscious decision to run away from the consequences of that sin by making sure it’s not exposed - at all costs.
Oh wait. That kinda reminds me of this story I once read..
Now I’m no Bible expert, but I’m pretty sure that God didn’t banish Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden because they failed to realize that He was omniscient when they were trying to hide away from Him.
To which I have to say:
If society today is convinced that the gravity and our error in committing sins against God and against our neighbor is solely dependent on whether or not we get caught, then seriously..
And to that Twi-Hard who was pretty upset about Rob and Kristen’s break-up for, what I think were the wrong reasons:
If you still can’t understand my point by now, you might want to twi a little bit harder.
- plot twist: i'm in a relationship
Hi! Remember me? I’m the Introvert you met at that party last week. Oh. You don’t remember? That’s okay. I’m used to it. I know I’m not a memorable person.
Maybe you thought I was antisocial? But really, I’m not. At least, not in the Christian-Bale-American-Psycho sort of way. Admittedly, I’m terrified of big crowds, but plop me in my natural environment of 1-3 other close friends and hear me (ROAR) be completely sociable.
Maybe you thought I was dumb? I know, I looked a bit awkward as I stood at the edge of that circle of people, not quite in the conversation, but just… there. But really, I’m listening to everything being said and thoughts are running through my mind. I just never feel compelled to interrupt the loud, boisterous flow of words to interject my own calm observations. So I keep them to myself.
Maybe you thought I was boring? When you asked me how I was doing, I was fine, thanks. When you tried to strike up a conversation about the latest episode of Glee or this one Indie band that you’re sooooo into, I could only nod and smile. I’m sorry we don’t watch the same shows, listen to your type of music, or like to gossip about this and that and him or her. But talk about the books I worship or start a debate on property rights or economic theory and I will rouse up and start brimming with opinions and energy. I love exchanging ideas and intimate personal connections, but shrivel up at the prospect of shallow chitchat and meaningless drivel.
Maybe you thought that I just didn’t care about you? I know I can seem aloof sometimes. My smile is more wan and tentative than warm and inviting. But I do care — indeed, I care way too much — about people, especially those that I perceive to care about me. Embrace me as a friend, welcome me into your world and you’ll find that I am passionately loyal, caring, and would rather die than let you down. Yet, I am too private and painfully shy to be the first to extend the olive branch of trust.
And so, dear Extrovert, next time you see me in a crowd, stop and remember that behind that timid insecure exterior is a wonderful and loving person. Next time, as you flutter around the party like the gregarious butterfly that you are, don’t forget to sit down next to me and braid a genuine connection. I hope you’ll discover that I’m worth it too.