monkey arms
Mmmmmmmm oats.
Let the wild rumpus start!
Five days until vacation begins. It’s all I can think about. I feel like Christmas.
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my dad’s instructions on fighting:
you give them three chances. if they push you once, let it go. if they push you a second time, let it go. if they push you a third time, go f*cking crazy on them because all the rules are off. punch, kick, bite, pull hair, all of it. they have crossed your thresh hold. you not only have the right to do this at the time of offense but every time you see them. even if they’re not looking, jump em. force feed the fact down their throats that they’ve unlocked a violent retarded animal. i promise if you do this they will never push you again.
my four year old mind could not fathom exactly what the third thing was that my mother had done to him.
"— (via therealmrlee)
Somehow we’ve begun to believe the Church owes us something as Christians. It must serve us, it must placate us, it must feed us, it must somehow be held responsible for any wrongs the world has done to us, and it alone can fix us. Have we forgotten that WE are the church? Not a building, not an organization, but us believers, ALL believers. It is our job to serve, it is our job to reach out for the lost and the hurting, and God alone can feed us and fix us. Where have we gone wrong?
Donut #4.
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