thank you @awowoowooooa - Tumblr Blog

I just spent hours on here looking for the most random screenshot of text that i remembered reblogging at some point in the past 12 fucking years but didn't end up finding it. Anyway it just says something like "[translated literally] Im in love with you like a beetle"

and that's it I think. I know no one can help me now ..... but I wish I had it.

xxoooxxooo

Empezó el webeo chushetuuu

awowoowooooa

omg ….yes lmao

yeah it hurt when i fell from heaven

my crush!!!!

time to go home and try out my new psych meds!

beguines

God, invisible as God, becomes visible as desire, and becomes thing, person, gesture: joined hands; a child playing in a water fountain; the poor who eat bread; the lonely one with someone to talk to; the weak one who no longer needs to shrink, crouching; plants that are born; fences that are torn down; prisons are opened; the lame leap; deserts are transformed into gardens; the aged, without fear of old age. And the instruments of suffering and death, evil inventions, become a bonfire—and there are the boots and the uniforms stained with blood, it's of little importance that their manufacture and sale make us richer and are good for the economy—the resurrection of the body, the smiles of pleasure, liberty, fields covered with wheat and beans, swaying in the breeze, and vines loaded with grapes, the final expulsion of fear, eternal life.

Something unprecedented, this thing that Christians are beginning to say, that to talk about God is to talk about human beings, that the glory of God is found in happy people, salvation. God naked, revealed, the veil removed. And then the fright comes, because what appears is the body of a man, which is the body of all, in which our longing remembrances and nostalgia are interlaced in a tapestry of desire and of love.

Rubem Alves, I Believe in the Resurrection of the Body

podencos

hedgehog-moss

I like to think there is a parallel universe where reading comment sections is known as a soothing pastime because everyone on the parallel Internet is as kind and polite as the commenters on yourdailypoem.com:

homemeansthehills

Honestly it's not as bad as it sounds. It takes the eagles about 2 hours to get to my liver and another 2 to eat it. The whole ordeal is over by one and I've got the afternoon to myself.