My #mcm is my baby Kameron<3 He means the absolute world to me. I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me and I love him so much. P.S. I meant to do this for the past few Mondays but he hates pictures so I had to sneak a picture a couple weeks ago :P <3 #Boyfriend #lovehim #somuch #happy #asdfghjkl
So this was my #valentines day gift from my amazing boyfriend<3 and apparently he’s got six more games for me that he’s gotta get. (/_\) He also got me a giant chocolate kiss(That me and him shared xD) A heart balloon, a pure sugar candy rose, earrings, and a cute little head band. #Latevalentines #Xbox360 #Skyrim #yayy #Ilovehim #Somuch
I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.
My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.
My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.
She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.
I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.
That is how religion should be. For everyone.
My boyfriend’s parents won’t even tell us what their religion is. If you ask, they say, “Religion is a personal experience.”