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A soft boy
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almost everyone in my life is touch averse and not a hugger and while i totally respect that and dont hug those against there will i am a hugger, and i need to be fucking held soon before i start pulling my hair out
Ya know it’s cool that I’m able to predict some stuff and all but the shit I predict is like so unimportant. Like I just saw that the people in front of us would pay for our meal in the drivethru. Cool... but my mom found out about a min after I did.
I knew dril would churn out gospel during this time
St. John Paul II
St. John Paul II
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Karol Józef Wojtyła was born in 1920 in Wadowice, Poland. After his ordination to the priesthood and theological studies in Rome, he returned to his homeland and resumed various pastoral and academic tasks. He became first auxiliary bishop and, in 1964, Archbishop of Kraków and took part in the Second Vatican Council. On 16 October…
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Fr. Henri Nouwen
Portrait of Henri Nouwen by Frank Hamilton
The internationally renowned priest and author, respected professor and beloved pastor Henri Nouwen wrote 39 books on the spiritual life. He corresponded regularly in English, Dutch, German, French and Spanish with hundreds of friends and reached out to thousands through his Eucharistic celebrations, lectures and retreats. Since his death in 1996,…
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modern prophets: the reckless: clambering over buildings, climbing as high as they can, laughs carried on the wind down to the bustling streets. they are there, too, running through rainstorms and letting their cigarette smoke mingle with the wind. they dive into rivers and let the water whisper in their ears, scratches appearing on their feet when they know they haven't left their rooms, screaming words across the skyline.