Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world-the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does-comes not from the Father but from the world. ♱
"But I say to you that every one who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart."
*₊˚──★ Anya Taylor Joy as Venicia Monroe ★──
──★ Nicholas Alexander Chavez as Charles Mayhew. ★──1.
I definitely grew up a misfit among those in town who constantly prayed upon my downfall: clearly rich in success, cloaked in greed. They'd congratulate me on my achievements' in regards with schooling grades, any extracurriculars that my arrogant parents forced upon me, a mere scripture reading at mass — or just being me.
I was the one praised, despite being the odd one: it was due to being the cop's daughter.
Nonetheless, being brought up in such toxicity shaped new elements around my mental and emotional health in ways I couldn't even comprehend as a kid.Usually back then my father would ramble on about how, 'I was so lucky to grow up with two loving parents.' or that 'I was spoilt and deserved less, to have a taste of another's pain.' So I was consistently guided around how God plans out one's future - that it was okay if my life turned shit or at least that's how it was encrypted into my mind as a kid. That whatever dark or twisted sick turn you receive, it was premeditated by the lord himself anyway.
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I was nurtured a good girl and was an example for others, led by ethically strong work orientated parents Juliana Pèrez and Grayson Monroe. Being half Mexican, and the rest purely English -- was the only major ethnicity fact and that was clear growing up in a shitty insular South Californian town, secluded from others.
Not exactly an 'American doll' a guy could only dream about.
But over anything else I was taught to put other's needs before mine, strictly intended to be this figment of my parent's best expectations. Why should race or equality matter when God, God, God is the only person I must follow to guide my life in the proper direction. Why should my worries' matter when, god is there with open arms? Why would I have any other man when, God. Is the answer.
"Pray Venicia." Was my father's words.
There's only a few things i've managed to have the capability and control over and that is my study, but also finding interest in things that benefit my life and allow me to even access a sliver of freedom, to be the very best version of myself. Although i've never personally had an issue with it. It'd probably be classified as a mask to others.
I'd always be called back to the pews of church to worship god in accordance with my father's orders.
'The path of fucking righteousness.'
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AN: So fucking long since i've bothered writing, i'm just messing around. Love y'all and whomever, reads this mess. Also that show was so addicting.