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Birthday View ( Richard Gaston )
“If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.”
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I have no tolerance for toxicity in my life. I stick to myself so much now and it feels so good to make moves and not tell a soul. The second anyone pushes a boundary I am done.
“The first step to loving yourself begins with the words, ‘I matter.’ You deserve to occupy space. You deserve to stand up for yourself and claim your right to happiness. You deserve to be here, just as much as anyone else.”
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A new religious statue in the town of Davidson, N.C., is unlike anything you might see in church.
The statue depicts Jesus as a vagrant sleeping on a park bench. St. Alban’s Episcopal Church installed the homeless Jesus statue on its property in the middle of an upscale neighborhood filled with well-kept townhomes.
Jesus is huddled under a blanket with his face and hands obscured; only the crucifixion wounds on his uncovered feet give him away.
The reaction was immediate. Some loved it; some didn’t.
“One woman from the neighborhood actually called police the first time she drove by,” says David Boraks, editor of DavidsonNews.net. “She thought it was an actual homeless person.”
That’s right. Somebody called the cops on Jesus.
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Since you have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.
“Why are you in Hell?” “I called the cops on Jesus.”
Waiting at the airport, Amsterdam
Leonard Freed, 1964
El Chaltén, Argentina by Rodislav Driben
From the Divinely Decadent book