I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.
My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.
My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.
She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.
I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.
That is how religion should be. For everyone.
actual photo depiction of finals week at my school
Finished collaboration of another hot ass Strider provided by myself and mengelexemplar who did the sketch and lineart and left it to me for the coloring.
I had a lot of fun while putting many many hours into his for me unusual lineart, all the small details and color scheme itself!
The dotwork in the background killed me tho.
-> Lineart post
Scanned Version is going to come soon!
My sign is vital…
My hooves are cold…
Annie: Reiner did… Once.
HE TALKED TO ME
I THOUGHT DEER DIDN’T MAKE SOUND OH MY GOSH THIS IS ADORABLE
"YOU ARE SO CUTE"
CAUSE OF DEATH: CUTENESS
The correct answer is always Denny’s.
My psychology book tries so hard to be hip.
I noticed this in the margins in the chapter on sleep.
Rock on Psychology, 10th Edition, rock on.