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I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Where it’s easy to sleep in past the last sliver of daylight. Where you forget how cold it really gets until you can feel your bones against the skin in your fingers. Where that cemetery growing inside your body comes alive. Your bones dance. Your blood boils.
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Today would have been Mr Rogers’ 84th birthday. Thanks for showing me how to rock a cardigan and always been a kind neighbor.
one time some dudes stole mr. rogers’s car, and it got into the news, like you’d expect
the next day the car was back where he’d left it with a note that said “we’re so sorry, we never would’ve taken it if we’d known it was yours”
I like to think they recognized this as a sign from god and turned their lives around
another true story: mr. rogers lobbied in favor of vcrs back when the tv and movie industries were against them, because he wanted families to be able to record shows and watch them together
he was always, always thinking about children, letting them know it’s okay to be sad or scared or mad and how to deal with it, letting them know there’s at least one person in the world who loves them just the way they are
and no matter who you were, no matter why you crossed his path, he wanted to know about your life and understand you and be your friend
I believe he is a for-real saint and I wish I could be more like him but it’s okay, I know he loves me just the way I am
Another true story: one time he received a letter from a blind girl who mentioned that she gets nervous sometimes that he’d forget to feed the fish. From that moment on, he made some comment outloud about how he was feeding the fish so she and any other blind viewers would know that he hadn’t forgotten.
Always reblog Mr. Rogers.
i’m actually crying you don’t understand
More story time! My dad was once walking around the neighborhood that Mr. Rogers lived in, and he ended up running into him. They chatted for a little bit, and then he asked my dad if he would like to join him in his walk, and they ended up wandering the neighborhood for a couple hours, just talking about anything and everything.
To this day, my dad still maintains that Mr. Rogers was the most genuine and kind person he has ever met.
I sin. I am a man who struggles with sin. I am a man who will struggle with sin till the earth becomes my body. I have done things that I regret. How did I even justify that one thing I did this year? What kind of monster does that?
I am reminded that the Lord Jesus forgives. The Lord doesn’t condemn me because I am His. I am not defined by that sin. I find my definition in the arm of my Savior, in whom I find love, peace and grace.