I'm in college, I major in music education, I'm a fangirl, and I post random things.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
I just found in the internet this letter of a 6 year old boy for Dumbledore, it is so sweet it makes my heart melt
I feel that Harry Potter was made into a vampirefluid character in My Immortal. Oh sorry, it’s Vampire Potter.
Cuddle party in my room! Whatuppp.
CAN I COME? PLEASE?!
No, go away.
Just kidding; come on over ❤️ :3
BUT I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN—-
Oh, okay. o3o
If you come over to cuddle, we can watch Merlin and Doctor Who and eat food and all that fun stuff! Party hardy, obvi.
Though my bed is kinda small…it’s a small “twin” size XD
OR YOU CAN COME HERE~
We’re having Fangirl Friday tomorrow! (It’s close enough to Thursday. xD )
Today was Ash Wednesday.
My Catholic friends were all “NO. WHY DO YOU HAVE ASHES? YOU AREN’T CATHOLIC.”
Okay. Let’s see, where to start with the things wrong with that statement. I’ll start personally.
Personally, I’m a Lutheran. If you read your history books, that means I follow the church set up by Martin Luther after he was all “Yeah, Indulgences? Dude, not cool.” Many of the traditions I follow are vaguely Catholic. While I may not give up something for Lent or not eat meat, my denomination does still believe in receiving ashes.
Secondly, we got our ashes in a school run, non-denominational chapel service. Which means that it wasn’t at all restricted to Catholics. In fact, my school is Methodist. And, at the beginning of the service, our chaplain did explain that Lent was a time in the early church when converts to the faith joined the church. Which meant that if you went into the service not a Christian, and felt led to become one, you could receive ashes. All of it was voluntary of course.
So let’s say that during that before chapel, I wasn’t saved, and I had been thinking about it, and finally decided that I was going to give my heart to Jesus. And so, I receive ashes because I want to show the whole world about the choice I made. But then I hear her comment. It’s Christians like that who prevent people from sticking around. I don’t care if you get ashes or not. That’s your choice. For me, it was a matter of remembering that God’s always there for me, which is something that I struggle with. It wasn’t a matter of “Well, my friends are doing it,” or “OH! I MUST DO THIS TO BE A GOOD CHRISTIAN!” Cause really, you don’t need ashes to be a good Christian.