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God Loves Us & There’s Nothing We Can Do About It

[bowls-bowls-all-types-of-bowls]

jeremy allen white

[ortut]

Mikhael Subotzky - Michelle in Truck Cab, Beaufort West, 2006

[mlllstone]

43°35'40.6"N 22°52'01.4"E

[feral-ballad]

Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things; “Some place like montana”

[greelin]

true

[mylittlehony]

The foal-shaped void had Feelings about the wind and the rain.

[voidmade]

[firstfullmoon]

Madeleine Cravens, from “Object Permanence” [ID in alt text]

[oozins]

“ASTEROID” 4th place men’s western pleasure

[beguines]

Stacie Cassarino, from "New York Sonnets", Zero at the Bone

[madonnasfavorite]

[communistpoetics]

Brendan Joyce, Prolit Mag, Issue 6

[this-is-a-dystopian-parable]

"heres the dirty little secret- i got no problem with christ, as hes presented in the gospels. none. i think hes beautiful, and i think every little crazy word of christ's is just jawdroppingly awesome. this is not a religious belief at all..i got no interest in finding a personal savior, and i am not a believer in anything so literal as christainaity, but storywise, storywise i think jesus's shit is fucking great...confusing and fierce and demanding and so real, so knee scraping visceral. and the things he says, his advocacy of asceticism and compassion, really fucking fierce let them beat you up compassion, his eyeplucking out solutions to the problems of desire, its all to me so clearly the answer, and so incredibly fucking difficult to do. i like my spiritual paths strict and crazy. aesthetically, just aesthetically you understand...i love my wine women and song too much to follow any road to enlightenment, for now i can just delight in the idea of it, the promise of it, and live another few lifetimes suffering in the sensual. 

so yeah, if im gonna write a play about christ, its gonna be reverent. i revere him. not to say that i dont wanna have some fun with him...theres already a new tune in my head about jesus learning about his new human body: "ill betcha jesus cant dance, oh no oh no"...but belittle him, play the exhausting petty game of pointing out the contradictions? ugh. some skeptical knowledge of how these texts were actually written informs me here...believing that this is not the word of god but instead accounts written by imperfect observers and passed down over centuries lets me not worry so much about the odd line...and actually the strangeness, the incoherence is where i find so much of the compelling in christ, the baffling fig tree burnings and sword brandishing. fuck yeah, bring it, you imperfect man you!"

Dave Malloy, Pointless, 19 April 2007

[kitty-n-classe]

ph. nan goldin

[hunybody]

ask polly: how do i stop sabotaging my amazing new relationship?

[ankosv]

bed sheets lake, bless, 2009

[drowning-lessonz]

sorry no i can't make it i'm sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting up the blood. yeah its gonna be all day