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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@thatonegothcatholic
It always makes me a bit frustrated when (usually well-meaning) Christians act like it's a moral failing to remain unmarried. Christendom was built by droves of men and women who took vows of celibacy, just as much as by those who had children.
One of those bastard months
Listen up!
You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled
Hit that.
Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern
Yes.
Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in
Tumblr will follow up and help them.
Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!
This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.
YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.
And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.
You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.
This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.
This isn’t some ‘oh yeah sure it could’.
This could legitimately do so.
Don’t you dare fucking scroll past.
This is good stuff to know!
please, please, please reblog. reblogging will take one second of your time. meanwhile it could save someone’s entire life.
please reblog!
This is probably one of the most important posts I’ve ever seen PLEASE reblog
this seems important-! so I should probably reblog!
This is important, things like this matter.
This really can save god knows how many people
Reminder to pray for @militant-holy-knight.
If you see this, please say a prayer for him and reblog.
St. Joseph of Cupertino: The Gravity of Grace In the long catalogue of Christian mystics, St. Joseph of Cupertino occupies a peculiar orbit—one defined not by theological brilliance or ecclesial influence, but by a radical simplicity that made him both an object of ridicule and a vessel of wonder. Born in 1603 in the small Apulian town of Cupertino, Joseph entered the world with none of the advantages that typically accompany sanctity in the historical imagination. He was sickly, awkward, distractible, and—by the accounts of his contemporaries—spectacularly unsuited for the intellectual demands of religious life. And yet, paradoxically, it was precisely this lack of worldly aptitude that opened him to a form of grace that defied the laws of nature.
Joseph’s life is a study in the theology of inversion. Everything that should have disqualified him became the very material of his sanctity. His inability to concentrate became a radical openness. His social clumsiness became a kind of holy transparency. His poverty of intellect became a space where something other could act. In a religious culture that prized scholastic mastery, Joseph was a living contradiction: a man who could barely pass his examinations yet would later be known as the “Flying Saint.”
The levitations—those infamous episodes that made him a subject of both devotion and suspicion—were not theatrical displays but eruptions of ecstatic absorption. Witnesses described him rising from the ground during Mass, during prayer, even at the mere mention of God. These were not gentle ascents but sudden, involuntary flights, as if gravity itself had momentarily forgotten him. The Church, ever cautious, investigated him repeatedly, wary of deception or diabolic interference. But Joseph himself never claimed power; he claimed only weakness. He insisted that he was drawn upward, seized by something greater than himself.
What makes Joseph compelling is not the spectacle of levitation but the psychological and spiritual terrain beneath it. His ecstasies were inseparable from his humiliations. Before he became a saint, he was a burden—dismissed by employers, mocked by peers, nearly rejected by every religious order he approached. His sanctity was forged in the crucible of being perpetually misunderstood. In this sense, Joseph becomes a kind of archetype: the holy fool, the idiot-saint, the one whose very lack becomes a portal.
There is also a deeper metaphysics at play. Joseph’s life suggests that the boundary between body and spirit is not fixed but porous, that the human form can become strangely buoyant when seized by love or awe. His levitations are not merely supernatural anecdotes; they are metaphors for the human condition. We are creatures caught between weight and weightlessness, between the heaviness of our limitations and the strange, unbidden moments when something lifts us beyond ourselves.
Joseph’s sanctity was not triumphal but tender. He did not conquer the world; he surrendered to it. He did not master doctrine; he embodied devotion. His life is a reminder that the sacred often chooses unlikely vessels, and that the most profound transformations occur not through strength but through vulnerability.
In the end, St. Joseph of Cupertino stands as a symbol of the paradoxical physics of grace: the idea that what is lowly can be lifted, what is broken can become luminous, and what is earthbound can—if only for a moment—defy gravity.
Please pray for me if you can.
I have stopped believing in god. I have stopped believing at all.
I tried to be a good daughter and a good Catholic, I ignored my instincts and desires and trusted everyone around me who claimed to love me and claimed to know what's best for me for years because I did not want to be called selfish and self centered.
God still allowed me to go through hell and sexual trauma I do not think I deserved. Now I'm pregnant. I hate it. I hate the child. I hate myself and who I've become because of all this. I hate everything.
When I was suicidal in the past, people used to tell me it will get better in the future.
I'm 31, it has only gotten worse.
I think I'm better off dead. Not killing myself at 25 was a mistake.
I don't think anyone in my family could care less. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for myself. I'm so sorry, god, I tried. I really tried. It wasn't enough.
Hodie XVIII septembris… Sancti Josephi a Cupertino, Sacerdotis ex Ordine Minorum Conventualium et Confessoris.
Saint Joseph of Cupertino
1603-1663
Feast Day: September 18
Saint Joseph of Cupertino had a miserable childhood because he lacked many basic natural abilities, even his mother treated him harshly. Through humble mortification and obedience, he rose to a deep union with God. The Capuchins reluctantly accepted him to the diaconate/priesthood after he answered the one and only question that he knew, by the Bishop examiner. After this, his ecstasies, miracles, and levitations increased just by talking about God or spiritual matters. He was called the ”Flying Friar” and was always humble and cheerful. The last 10 years were spent in forced seclusion because he unintentionally caused distractions and misunderstandings in his community.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)
Penelope: Yeah, this shroud is taking me 20 years.
Suitors:
Merry Christmas as always to the gas station attendants, hospital sanitation workers, wastewater management technicians, and everyone else doing an unseen/undervalued job on Christmas. You're literally the backbone of our society and you undoubtedly need a raise <3
due to personal reasons i’ll be
