❀whenever you heal, it hurts❀ but eventually winter will end a flower will blossom amidst the snow a bittersweet coffee flowers could never bloom without being planted in the soil dirty petals beautiful roots a bittersweet coffee somehow you will find your flower so please bear with the taste of a bittersweet coffee ❀’til it hurts, is when you’ll heal❀

❀Psalm 42[a][b]?✿ For the director of music. A maskil[c] of the Sons of Korah. 1  As the deer pants for streams of water,     so my soul pants for you, my God. 2  My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.     When can I go and meet with God? 3  My tears have been my food     day and night, while people say to me all day long,     “Where is your God?” 4  These things I remember     as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God     under the protection of the Mighty One[d] with shouts of joy and praise     among the festive throng. 5  Why, my soul, are you downcast?     Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,     for I will yet praise him,     my Savior and my God. 6  My soul is downcast within me;     therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan,     the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar. 7  Deep calls to deep     in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers     have swept over me. 8  By day the Lord directs his love,     at night his song is with me—     a prayer to the God of my life. 9  I say to God my Rock,     “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning,     oppressed by the enemy?” 10  My bones suffer mortal agony     as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long,     “Where is your God?” 11  Why, my soul, are you downcast?     Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,     for I will yet praise him,     my Savior and my God. Psalm 43[e] 1  Vindicate me, my God,     and plead my cause     against an unfaithful nation. Rescue me from those who are     deceitful and wicked. 2  You are God my stronghold.     Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning,     oppressed by the enemy? 3  Send me your light and your faithful care,     let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain,     to the place where you dwell. 4  Then I will go to the altar of God,     to God, my joy and my delight. I will praise you with the lyre,     O God, my God. 5  Why, my soul, are you downcast?     Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,     for I will yet praise him,     my Savior and my God.?❀

“i am fattened with guilt. yet i still crave forgiveness for dessert.” ♡remember♡ ✿an apology shall not be frosted with guilt - it must be dipped in lavish respect.✿ so . . . “i treat myself with bites of respect. yet i’m always sharing this delicacy.” ?and when it’s time for dessert, i’ll bake up forgiveness. i’ll bake myself a dessert - a sweetness from and for me.? so will you order a plate of guilt? or will you order a plate of respect? will you ever get a taste of forgiveness? could you ever love yourself? ♡remember♡ ❀love tastes yummier than grief.❀ so . . . “may i take your order?”

?? A starless night it was. A glance at the Moon and you know the terror hiding across. I could hear the howling of the dark, warning me not to leave the vault. But, it had to be then or never. The chilling cold couldn’t devour the fire this time, I knew. A strong, swift flight I took and flew into the world which was uncertain but mine. — Akanksha Priyadarshini ✿?❀ I am the dark and I am the light. I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all. — Christopher Poindexter ❀?✿ When a single cat let loose a war cry, it was an unsettling sound. When two cats suddenly wailed at each other in a similar fashion, it was downright unnerving. When hundreds of them caterwauled at the same time, in a single voice, the sound alone was enough to make one feel as if the skin had been peeled from one's muscle and bone, to call up horrors inherited from ancestors long since dead and forgotten, raw terror before a deadly predator. — Jim Butcher ✿?❀ War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. — J.R.R. Tolkien ❀?✿ The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. — Sun Tzu ✿?❀ Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt. — Sun Tzu ❀?✿ Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain. — Sun Tzu ✿?❀ All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. — Sun Tzu ❀?✿ If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected . — Sun Tzu ✿?❀ Thus we may know that there are five essentials for victory: 1 He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight. 2 He will win who knows how to handle both superior and inferior forces. 3 He will win whose army is animated by the same spirit throughout all its ranks. 4 He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared. 5 He will win who has military capacity and is not interfered with by the sovereign. — Sun Tzu ❀?✿ If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. — Sun Tzu ✿?❀ In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity — Sun Tzu ❀?✿ Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley. — Sun Tzu ??

?❀I’ve been hiding it I tell you something Just to leave it buried Now I can’t endure it anymore Why couldn’t I say it then I have been hurting anyway Really I won’t be able to endure it Now cry It’s only that I’m very sorry towards you Again, cry because I couldn’t protect you Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day (You) who was punished in my stead, You who were only delicate and fragile Stop crying, tell me something Try saying to me, who had no courage Why did you do that to me then I’m sorry Forget it, what right do I have To tell you to do this, or that Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased So cry Please dry my eyes That light, that light, please illuminate my sins Where I can’t turn back the red blood is flowing down Deeper, I feel like dying every day Please let me be punished Please forgive me for my sins❀