Angel of Death

“You are, of course, my friend. Nothing can change that.”

Curious

Here we were, talking about our batches… and the two sisters that grew up together.

And now, one is on the edge.

God, please help her.

Is this your trap, Satan?

Apocrypha of Skaros

Of the Tactical Space Marine, bedrock of his Chapter and paragon to his brothers, I shall tell thee.

He shall be steeped in the lore of battle and schooled in all manner of weapon and strategy. With combat blade, boltgun and grenade he shall assail the foe. But these are mere tools: a Tactical Marine’s true weapons are his courage, his wits, and his dedication to his brothers.

He will bring his foe to battle in a manner and time of his choosing, never himself caught unready or ill-prepared for the task at hand. In defence he shall be stalwart as the mountain, a bulwark stood firm against the enemies of Man. In attack he shall strike with the wrath of the Immortal Emperor, felling the foe without mercy, remorse, or fear.

And of the Assault Marine so do I decree:

He shall descend upon the perfidious foe as an Angel of Judgment from on high. Let the jump pack be his wings, and the roar of its engines a hymn of retribution.

Let the chainsword be his sceptre of decree, its harsh voice singing joyfully with each and every blow. With it shall the Assault Marine bring bloody retribution to the heretic, the traitor, and all alien aggressors who trespass on the Emperor’s domain.

So will the Assault Marine be the hunter of warlords and the slayer of kings. His armour shall run slick with the life-blood of the vanquished, and all shall honour his name.

A Devastator’s reach shall be without limit and his touch without mercy. Fire shall roar from his fingertips, but it shall consume him not. Thunder will roar when he calls, yet it will swallow him not.

Let the Devastator squad be thy blazing wrath, bringing the light of the Emperor’s justice to the darkest corners of the battlefield. Wherever he stands, that shall be his fortress of righteousness. He shall hold in his gift the fate of all who pass before his unblinking gaze.

All shall fear him, and he shall fear no one.

The long hours of MSN.

The 7 year divide that was wedged between us.

And we overcame those. And more.

But I still freeze up like an ice cube each time I want to talk to you.

This silence hurts.

The greatest paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider free-ways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies more than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. There are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diaper, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology ca bring this letter to you, and a time when u can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend more time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person will soon grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one net to you, because that is the only treasure u can give with your heart and it doesnt cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind

And always remember:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

“This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.

I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.

an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.

always reblog

That way of thinking shouldn’t be diminished: it should be destroyed.”

Crazy Sunday

I told myself I’d sleep at 12:30am, Sunday, but somehow I ended up sleeping at 3:30am, which meant that I only had 4 hours of sleep. It was like a pre-competition jitters, but this time instead of sitting in front of an audience of 2,000 playing a video game, I actually had to stand up in front of an audience and share my convictions and my life story. Maybe the life story part was the thing that kept me awake.

Even before the service I was partially freaking out. I mean like, you know, tip-toeing/rocking back and forth on your heels/running through every single worst case scenario that could happen. And then I remembered what I posted on Facebook:

When we pray for courage, God doesn’t give us courage. God gives us opportunities to be courageous.

Then I prayed what seemed to me to be an earnest prayer, that I know God had already given me an opportunity to be courageous, but now I needed that boost, that courage.

I wouldn’t say that the most amazing thing happened, but the song before my communion (if I remember correctly it was ‘Jesus is Lord’), I felt at peace. I was… how shall I put it… I was calm. I wasn’t pacing around the room like I was initially before Lucien prayed. I was just… ready to go for it.

I know I’m still skirting around something that I really want to talk about, but I will do it tomorrow.

To my followers, I’m sorry that this has somehow turned into more of a personal blog rather than reblogging the Emperor’s Glory/Chaos’ Glory. A friend had recently inspired me to write again, and I felt like I needed to start writing again. I will still reblog images of Warhammer 40,000 universe, but probably a little lesser.