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Feeling strangely 2020-esque lately
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we were chosen by god
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Riders of Hope, 2025
if I got the stigmata I would be soooo insufferable about it like no I’m sorry I can’t hang out it’s the— yeah the stigmata. you know from god? yeah.... no it’s fine it doesn’t even hurt that bad. yeah the holes are like gaping and whats that? yep the side wound is vaginal for sure
The church hates to realise the call is coming from inside the house (the bible)
from @alicelangbrown on ig . "a medieval jesters court with musical instruments and dancing animals. sculpted by hand in wax, then cast in almost 200 grams of silver and bronze. this bracelet was inspired by an amalgamation of elements from ancient jewellery and medieval illuminated manuscripts, with panelling in the style of a byzantine niello bracelet"
Religion makes available a language of ecstasy, a horizon of significance within which transgressions against the normal order of the world and the boundaries of self can be seen as good things.
Michael Warner, “Tongues Untied: Memoirs of a Pentecostal Boyhood”
Michael Warner, “Tongues Untied: Memoirs of a Pentecostal Boyhood”
Michael Warner, “Tongues Untied: Memoirs of a Pentecostal Boyhood”
I say again, out of the sheer joy of being alive: salvation comes through risk—without that, life is not worth living! Happy New Year.
— Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life
even if you don’t believe in god, you have to believe in narrative. things happen, one after another, world without end. just because you’re self-aware doesn’t mean you can change what’s happening. eventually someone is going to break your heart. eventually something you love is going to be taken away. and then you will fall to the floor crying. and then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking “i am falling to the floor crying” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.
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