Christians who are Really Into Jesus dying on the cross 🤝 Persecution Complex 🤝 “We’re the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn.”
Transitioning to being a full time cane user, and one of the first things I’ve noticed is now the bus doesn’t start moving until I’m sitting.
That was very much not the case before.
He’s me. He’s daddy. He’s babygirl. He is 12 raccoons in a trenchcoat. He deserves to be treated kindly. He should be taken out back and shot. He is where dreams die and hope is born. He once ate a pie out of a dumpster that was literally on fire.
The Terrible Terror that is taking selfies. How can I go from “whaT BEAST IS THIS” to “oh maybe I’m ethereal” in 5 minutes
Every. Single. Time. One of my friends brags about how great their landlord is, I have to hit them with
“You know that’s a slumlord, right? You’re excited that they’re doing bare minimum. If they didn’t do that, it would be illegal. They could be sued. Now go back to how you live in “half” of a “refurbished” concrete garage.”
Armand is not an iPad Baby, he is an iPad Grandpa and I will stand this mistaken understanding no longer.
I’m a simple person (that is a lie.), I put on a suit jacket, and suddenly I’m possessed by the spirit of Narcissus
*pops my head into the kitchen* hey so it smells GREAT in here, we have an ETA on table time?
spideypool but wrench and marcus hang on let me cook
I swear I meant this to be a writing blog where I distract myself from my obligations but I keep thinking about Batman on main