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So it’s actually not funny sometimes, but most times it’s glorious, but God truly does have his palms on my heart, both in glory and enrichment and in warning.

My heart, the engine of this damn body, will sometimes go haywire when I’m living without him, and he warns me about the thinning and fleeting chances he’s given me, and holy am I grateful that he only pokes and doesn’t stab.

I’ve been stabbed. God doesn’t hurt me as man does, but he is a stern Father.

Amen.

23rd of May, 2026, I had a third cardiac episode, it was classed as tachycardia induced by fever and poor soul conditions. I survived, again.

God is good.

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lakevida

complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich

bumidoodles

to the moon and back

steadynightruins

they were bald together

bewbin

dude honestly shout out to my guards i told them to seize this guy and before i could even finish my sentence they soze him. My goats

hangsawoman

NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY EVEN LARKS AND KATYDIDS ARE SUPPOSED BY SOME TO DREAM

idroolinmysleep

Welcome home, Artemis crew.

str-ngeloop

you will struggle to say the unsayable thing for five years straight. and then it will suddenly become easy on a Wednesday morning

silentsuggestions

can we pretend to be normal kids just for a minute? steal whatever liquor we can smash it to our teeth and pretend not to grimace as we look at the lights from the roof. pretend we don’t want to step out too far. touch and love and pretend like we haven’t been broken. we’re both addicted to hurting and all i can think about is canabis and the alcohol content of vodka and the best way to split my veins and how i can’t say no to you. but can we pretend this is just a bad dream? can we pretend it doesn’t hurt to breathe?

silentsuggestions

sometimes when the boys who hold galaxies in their mouths swallow they get caught in their throat like sunflower seeds and they tear themselves apart to try to stop them before they bloom but it never works and the boys with the galaxies turned sprouting sunflowers stuck in their throat fall for the first pretty boy who smiles their way and it grows too fast with gnashing teeth and quick fingers and they leave their windowsill gardens unattended until the roots push their way through their rib cages and let them crack because their love is too great their love is too much their love will not survive the winter

whorewithagodcomplex

Dear god, on a Monday?