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daniel ricciardo and max verstappen arrive in singapore together | 📸
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“𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯. 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱. 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔱. 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔦𝔱. 𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔲𝔱 – 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.”
- 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔞 𝔩𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔰𝔦
bad and naughty robot masters go in the blorbo centrifuge
we're gonna spin em around really fast and when they're done they're gonna look like mismatched sparklefur hybrids. this is a good idea trust me
Commissioned @mushtoons to draw my girl!!!! everyone look at her or else 🔫
In this “time-beyond-time”, Jesus Christ “descended to the dead”. What do these words mean? They mean that God, having made himself man, reached the point of entering man’s most extreme and absolute solitude, where not a ray of love enters, where total abandonment reigns without any word of comfort: “hell”. Jesus Christ, by remaining in death, passed beyond the door of this ultimate solitude to lead us too to cross it with him. We have all, at some point, felt the frightening sensation of abandonment, and that is what we fear most about death, just as when we were children we were afraid to be alone in the dark and could only be reassured by the presence of a person who loved us. Well, this is exactly what happened on Holy Saturday: the voice of God resounded in the realm of death. The unimaginable occurred: namely, Love penetrated “hell”. Even in the extreme darkness of the most absolute human loneliness we may hear a voice that calls us and find a hand that takes ours and leads us out. Human beings live because they are loved and can love; and if love even penetrated the realm of death, then life also even reached there. In the hour of supreme solitude we shall never be alone: Passio Christi. Passio hominis.
—Pope Benedict XVI, Fourth Meditation on Holy Saturday
imagining eden as a figure skater ...........