View allAll Photos Tagged Forgive
How can we truly love and live without doing this for ourselves and others. The act of forgiveness is not a sign of weakness, but a representation of immense strength and faith.
One day before Ied, I wanna say: Forgive my sins, may our hearts purified from all mistakes, Happy Iedul Fitri Minal Aidzin wal Faidzin.
Regard : LeL
... That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled… old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.
~Meredith - Grey's Anatomy
The altar of the ruined cathedral. I think I read somewhere (can't remember where at the moment) that this rickety wooden cross (which was rather large actually) was the remnants of the original cross or was from the timbers. I'm not sure on that, though. Still, it was somewhat moving to see.
PELICULA DVD - DRAMA
Ryan Gosling, Kristin Scott Thomas, Vithaya Pansringarm, Rhatha Phongam, Gordon Brown, Tom Burke, Sahajak Boonthanakit, Pitchawat Petchayahon, Charlie Ruedpokanon,Kovit Wattanakul, Wannisa Peungpa, Byron Gibson
This is from a self-injury based shoot with Bill Cox. It's for his coffee table esque book about self injury. One or more of these photos, as well as my writing will be in this book. I'm so honored and excited. I feel like a burden has been burdened.
As I look into the mirror I can’t help but notice that
I’m different than I use to be
Everything around me feels so pointless
Covered into night, it’s darkness that swallows me whole
I’m not really sure if I like how I’ve become
I know that this should be wrong
I feel so guilty at moments, but there are those moments
The ones when I don’t feel so bad, and I don’t care about what they think
If I’m a bad person then I’m just normal, and I’m sorry for being what I hate most
If I break the mirror and bleed will that take away everything that I’ve done?
I think I’m growing up, growing apart from the girl I use to be, the girl that still I hold onto, that heart of mine, that piece
I can’t help but cry on the inside, and say that I feel ok when I hold your hand
I’ve done wrong and I wish it away
Sometimes you take away that pain, but baby when you’re gone it all starts rushing back
I can’t run, I hide, and this sin keeps hurting me, making me crazy
I ask for forgiveness, yet I don’t feel that I deserve it, Or anything that God can offer me
I love God, very much I think but I’m always so unsure, can you help me, even if I don’t search?
But I just don’t feel like I’m good enough to be loved by him, to be saved by grace
I’m just a child writing my hurt in the concrete floor wondering when I’ll have wings to fly
I’m just an insecure girl that just doesn’t know
I’m the kind of girl that needs something, and finally has it
The problem is the fear of losing it, losing him
I’ve lost so much, I’ve been hurt
I learned not to hope, and let life run over me
My heart's breaking and bleeding
God find me, before this body turns cold, before I lay dying in the hands of sin
Let me live long,
Let me live happy
Let me know you love me
I’ll never stop with these mistakes
I look at that mirror and wonder why I lost myself
And I think I know I can’t put the pieces of brokenness together enough to see or even think clearly
Everyone thinks I have everything together, the ones that don’t know me, just about everyone
I think what kills me most is that the important people I never want to think less of me, know everything
I guess with all these words I still don’t know what to say to myself to help the confusion, the hurt
I just want to love myself again, like the girl I once was. Like the child I used to be.
I know this sounds so depressing but I just needed to get this out. Feel free to tell me what you think about it. And the picture too, it's from chapter 17 which has not been worked on in a while because of life. Just thought I could hear some thoughts I guess. Oh and this is a mixture of both Ann and I.
Love,
Tiff
Please forgive these wonky titles! I'm very sorry I don't have every individual's or group's names in my tags. I am only human and cannot remember them all. If you are so kind as to provide me with it I'd be thrilled to add that information. Special thanks to Evy, William, Robert and Marghi Bean and Kate Holly-Clark. I love you Meggers!
So reads the inscription in bronze letters upon the mighty tombstone of R T Crawshay 1817 - 1879. And so begins the speculation as to why the Iron King of Wales should choose a tombstone of such might (estimates vary from 10 to 30 tonnes) and place such a stark epitaph on it. John 'Iron Mad' Wilkinson at least constructed himself a coffin of iron for his own interment as we saw earlier in this series. The speculation was that he was expressing regret with the inscription at the way he had treated his workers, and also perhaps his family, whilst ensuring with the tombstone that no-one would be able to defile his corpse. Then again it turns out this was a fairly common inscription at the time, and it is not at all unusual for the rich to seek aggrandisement in their tombing arrangements. Sadly the second theory may be closer to the truth, and then there is little folly in it. But just enough doubt still to merit inclusion here.
www.britishlistedbuildings.co.uk/300081188-gravestone-of-...
Flickr forgive me if this is not permitted. My perception is that this is a documentary photo of a social activity. I am not affiliated with this organization and neither endorse nor condemn this activity. The manufacturer of the bicycle trailer (see previous photo) has created this appeal to finance their work. I spent time on Flickr forums and guidelines pages before attempting to post this photo. I often post photos of individuals advertising but most are unique in their antiquity or novelty. The novelty here is in its modernity (QR code link) to an upstart charitable organization using the web (gofundme) to solicit funding for the bicycle homeless. This is Cottage Grove, Oregon not too far south of the capitol, Salem. In recent years Salem organizations have attempted other small home approaches to mitigate the scourge of homelessness. Maybe because I’m a bumpkin or more specifically an aged bumpkin I find the signs of the times fascinating. This is well outside my life experience.
erev yom kippur 5771
The purpose of Yom Kippur is to bring about reconciliation between people and between individuals and God. According to Jewish tradition, it is also the day when G-d decides the fate of each human being.
A cruel sleep cross our land
All withered and dying
As they fall, the victims
Theyre dying a sad death
In our land, we lay down
And suffer again
A dark girl cross our land
Is pacing. Is preying
And with her, a fever
A marching black fever
No eyes see. No features
Just black form, suffering
You have her sympathy
You have her tears
She tries only to take
All your fears
The pain she feels
When she drinks your soul
Is hers to suffer
It is her toll
Believe me, shes helpless
When she curses our land
When she swallows light
Its not her hand
Poison awaits when you kiss her
Her heart cries out for you, for me
Untold misery is hers to serve
out for eternity
Out cold. Mankind will stay
forevermore if she gets her way
She cant help it. Its her curse
To sing your pain in her own verse
She is the dark
The nightmares you hide
The pain you feel
The suffering inside
Though she was like you
Through her dark past
But now, the conqueror
Her choirs vast
Oh, please forgive her
As mankind dies
As angels weep
And heaven cries
(My Dying Bride)
Le Loup - Forgive Me
Directed by Matthew Lessner
Watch this video on Vimeo. Video created by rods films.