When I am healthy, praise God.
When I am sick, praise God.
When I am happy, praise God.
When I am sad, praise God.
When I am succeeding, praise God.
When I am failing, praise God.
When I am progressing, praise God.
When I seem to be regressing, praise God.
When I am grateful to be alive, praise God.
When I don’t want to be here anymore, praise God.
In sunshine and in rain, still I will praise Him.

The NBA finals are an excuse for annoying girls to pretend like they know what basketball is

I want to change my URL, but unfortunately the URL I had in mind is taken by someone who hasn’t updated his/her blog in two years 

lindsaur-gor:

There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.

(Source: mr-lindsey, via writingsforwinter)