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you're contrite for your life? for living? god's not in contempt for that. he hates the offerings and rituals you give him for living only. he likes you living. he's concerned with other things—how you loathe yourself. how you keep yourself thin, no not like that. how you neglect your neighbor. your life though? he's in love with it. he likes you vibrant
the "biblically accurate angel" trend is such a perfect encapsulation of a pet peeve i have which is everybody wants to criticize the bible but nobody wants to read the bible. like when people were drawing crazy amalgamations of eyes and wheels talking to mary and saying "be not afraid" and everybody was like omfggg OF COURSE she was scared. like no actually the angel looked like a guy can you read 3 lines of text... they were saying be not afraid because it's scary when a random man suddenly shows up in your house and starts talking to you
I heard it's going to rain again.
I've drawn the blinds and the curtains, drenched my shirt in cold water and turned up the fan. I keep ice cubes in the fridge and I hide from the sun. The flat is dark, in the summer.
It's that type of season.
I change the batteries in my thermometer. I change the water for the cats. I step into the shower in the mornings, and the evenings, and at lunchtime too. My brain slows. My hair has not been dry in weeks. When I step outside, onto the concrete and into the bright sun sitting proudly in that cloudless sky, it is as though she has sat herself, fat and heavy, and oozing, atop my shoulders.
My head. My mouth. My thighs.
I take the weighted blanket off the bed. I take the cover off the blanket. The fan in the corner whirrs and whirrs.
Yesterday, we recorded another record high temperature. We do that every year, it seems.
42 degrees in Central Europe.
Do you remember, when thirty degrees was a lot? Do you remember going out to swim, for ice cream and a laugh, at twenty-five? How long has it been? A decade, maybe.
More, maybe.
I heard it's going to rain again.
The grass is yellow, and brown in patches. There are holes in the leaves of my hibiscus, and my cat presses herself into the wet soil after I've watered the mint. Everything is thirsty nowadays, it seems.
The last storm brought lightning, thunder and wind. It did not rain.
I am not allowed to install an AC in my flat. It might ruin the cityscape, you see. Tourists can't be expected to put up with that. The ambulance sirens are coming closer together. The man who lives in front of the supermarket with his dog empties an entire bottle of water over its back. His skin is red, and reveals, in flakes, even more burnt flesh.
I have a sunburn on my shoulders from the five minutes I spent getting from the store to the heavy metal door that leads to the stairwell - it's never cool, see. It collects cigarette smoke and the scent of onions frying in oil. One side is all glass. There are no windows to open.
My alarm rings at 6am. It's going to heat up now, and I have to close my windows, and draw my blinds and my blackout curtains. The sun sits alone in her cloudless sky.
I heard it's going to rain again.
oh captain #mycaptain
I'm finally visiting my family next month, and also spending a few days in Boston just because :)
you cant call it that
her cookie make me pitch a tent because shes fat & weird and now I will expire in 1-3 days
As much as I want to support ethical farming practices I will be buying the cheapest bag of frozen chicken thighs as much as the next frugal/poor person which is why animal welfare needs to be legislated, not left up to the invisible hand of the free market or some bullshit. Invisible hand of the free market finds itself around a lot of throats.
the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
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NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP
While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive
alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife
im going INSANE thats MY POST.
It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.
Any time you get scolded for biting the hand that feeds you, a good chunk of the time they're not even fucking feeding you in the first place. They just think that you should feel like they are.
women should get even more childless
It's the Royal Academy of Art Young Artist's Summer Show. One of my favourite exhibitions of the year. Like. Not only are the older kids insanely talented, the younger ones' artist statements will just punch you right in the face.
Jeffrey is my cat and he feels like my heart
Click [here] for the full online exhibition
it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that
A priest sprinkles holy water on a pet snail during a blessing of the animals service marking the feast of Saint Anthony, at the San Anton Church in Madrid, Spain, Saturday, Jan. 17, 2026. (AP Photo/Manu Fernandez)
it’s amazing how women are able to navigate crowded rooms without ever touching a palm to a man’s lower back
