God I Just Feel So Fucking Empty. I Wish I Could Just Like Actually Be Able To Make Friends So I Don’t

Suddenly (M.C.) annotation

HOLY FUCK POSEIDON AND DIONYSUS BLESSED ME. got wine drunk on the beach and took a swim :D happy happy beach girl

by the grace of the Gods, may I get through this moment.

sachiel i won’t chase you, i don’t want to scare you off. just know that i miss you, and i don’t know how to show it. i don’t want to come on to strong, to tell you i still love you just as much as that summer day where we became real soulmates.

i miss you. just know i think of you often, and fondly.

had a dream where i texted michael and we just fought and fought lmfao. would happen if i reach out again fr

You gave up on me Michael. A naive part of me still believes you’re a short drive away, because I can’t believe you’d just leave without saying goodbye.

Worship Wednesday

Hermes Epimelius, Keeper of the Flock. Hermes' shepherd aspect is one of my favorites. There's strong comparisons to the Great Shepherd. He guides the flocks through their journey, watching out for them as they go. He watches out for us in a similar way. There have been many times he's guided me through my life, assisting me in progressing through it. Hermes Epimelius cares for all of his flock. Not one member goes unnoticed. He's always looking out for danger. And while he won't always protect us from everything, he won't let us go through anything he knows we're not able to handle. He will step in if the danger becomes too great. He loves his flock and wants to see them succeed.

This week's question: Have you ever been through a time in your life where it was clear Hermes was guiding you through it?

i wish you didn’t get distant and i didn’t turn mean.

i miss you every damn day.

i'm literally so grateful to the gods. i prayed and prayed and prayed, i tried my hardest even though it hurt, but i have a friend!! i finally did it! she gets me, she has this curse too. we love the same games and the same music. she's so wonderful and beautiful and i love her with all of my heart.

new fp makes my bpd brain go brrrrrr

it hurts so bad that i am utterly speechless. nothing comes to mind when i try to write. no creative symbols, no metaphors, nothing. just raw pain.

why will i never be enough to be loved by you, father?