#prayerfulheart

So, lately I have been feeling so depressed about something I still can't place hand on it yet, but that's by the way. But then, this quote became a lifesaver. You dey ask how? Oya, make I yan you. Have you even been in a state of dilemma, confusion and so devastated that you don't know what to do. Even when you're down on you knees, you feel so lost and helpless and you just breakdown into tears and say, Lord, I am tired. Help me, please?. And sweet heavens! Instantly, you feel like some weights were lifted off you. Honey, that's God taking your burdens away. Even though you haven't seen the result, but deep down you feel relieved and light. Because, you know He has taken care of everything. That's how I feel now, and I'm saying if only you believe and tell God you don't wanna try anymore, and surrender totally to Him, then, and only then, will He take charge and give you rest. So, I say it's okay to cry, breakdown but get down on your knees as you do that. Then, say a word and so shall it be. Keep your faith! Believing you've received even when you've not seen it. That's what PRAYER does and that's when PRAYER works in a speeding pace. #prayerfulheart #prayerknees #breakdownandletHimbuildyouup #faith (at Lokoja, Nigeria) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2CgBV8F2zR/?igshid=o2xqswmiok5v

the woman lets out an amused laugh, though it’s tinged with something that tastes like anger. there’s a story on her tongue that she swallows, has gotten used to ignoring the bitterness left behind over the years. that’s not who she is anymore. so she just leans against the wall with something between flirty and dangerous on her lips as she responds, “oh doll, i appreciate your concern, but it wouldn’t be the first time a man has lost something at my hands.”

she can cook basic things, mostly dalish foods, with some simple human foods. she wasn’t a hunter for the clan, so preparing meals wasn’t in her range of duties. she quite likes to make a dish the dalish have for holidays; it’s sweet and has dalish liquor in it, and it takes all day to cook so it’s only for special occasions. she made it personally for the whole inquisition post-corypheus.

the problem with teren is he thinks everything is a mistake of his. his parent’s death, his brother telling him he’s not dalish, being kicked out of the clan, being at the conclave, haven falling.... he sees every move he makes as being he problem, and the bigger problem is he’s trying to run from his problems too, and so he’s trying to run from things that arent even his fault, which is making more problems, and it also means he thinks more things are his fault, so. its a cycle

Having never been in a relationship, she wouldn’t know what being dumped is like. However, if she were, she’d certainly be heartbroken, but she would try to trust that her partner put a lot of thought into it and try to accept it. If she had to break up with someone, she’d likely cry the entire time, because she would have done anything to save that relationship.

        ‘   hey ,  now ,  don’t  talk  like  that .  ’    voice  is  gentle  as  ever .   he’s  not  very  good  with  the  whole  emotional  support  thing  (  at  least  he  doesn’t  think  he  is  ) ,  but  he’s  going  to  do  his  best .   ‘  it  may  feel  like  you’re  falling  apart ,  but  you’ll  get  through  this .  promise .  ’

“Oh, I don’t know, um... it doesn’t need to be anything special or fancy.  Just somewhere nice or interesting where I can spend time getting to know the person,” Caitlin admitted.  “Maybe treated to a place that serves their favorite food?  Nothing too crowded or loud.”

gwyn  isn’t  much  of  a  fidgeter,  only  doing  so  when  she’s  lying  or  trying  to  hide  something  -  it’s  a  dead  give  away.  she  does  talk  with  her  hands,  though,  an  avid  gesticulator  who  expresses  how  she’s  feeling  with  waggling  fingers  and  outstretched  palms.. she  tugs  on  the  ends  of  her  hair  that  come  undone  from  the  haphazard  buns  and  twists  she  tries  to  tame  the  unruly  strands  into  and  continually  tucks  them  behind  her  ears  even  though  the  front-most  strands  are  too  short  to  be  held  back  there.  in  quiet  moments,  when  gwyn  is  just  sitting  around,  she  tends  to  slump  over  whatever  surface  she’s  at  and  prop  herself  up  with  a  hand  on  her  cheek,  elbow  on  the  table.