I sit quietly and realize that God has been taking care of me this whole time. Maybe not in luxurious ways. Maybe not an easy life. But through protection,provision, good health, surviving hard days and always having just enough to keep going.
I'll remove myself before I allow anger to consume me ever again. I like to love. I like to laugh. I like to be happy. So if I gotta distance myself to keep things that way, I will.
I have gigantic fucking problem with anyone trying to tell me what to do or who i am and who I’m not. It actually triggers a viciousness in me. My identity is defined only by me and the choices that i make, nothing and no one else.
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