This cover from a Brazilian 2021 edition is my favorite for reasons that I think are obvious lol

people don’t spray paint “bad wolf” in cryptic areas like they used to

people don’t spray paint “bad wolf” in cryptic areas like they used to

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

i'm AWARE this is a stupid hill to die on, but like. trope vs theme vs cliché vs motif vs archetype MATTERS. it matters to Me and i will die on this hill no matter how much others decide it's pointless. words mean things

Still not Christian but *gestures vaguely around to the six churches within five blocks of my house* Why is it always about Jesus' Suffering and God's Sacrifice? Where is Mary? Where is the one pure-hearted woman whose reward for goodness and virtue was to have her baby boy tortured and killed as a warning? Do you think Mary the Virgin, Mary the Mother, Mary the human ever regretted being good enough to earn attention of her God? Do you think she ever quietly, privately, resented her faith? Cursed her fate to be raised on a pedestal, carved into history as beautiful, weeping, covered in gold, cradling the body of her child? How would she feel today, to step into a church and see above the pulpit, larger than life, the glossy painted likeness of her boy, thin and bleeding, looking to the heavens to a Father who would not spare him?

Was it terrible for Mary? Did she hate her God, in the end? Or did she stand tall to the last breath, a reluctant but obedient witness, faithful despite everything?

Was as she ever torn between her faith and her heart? Her love and her fear? The choice between loss or betrayal?

It would be terrible if she was in torment, but would be terrible if she wasn't.

Indya Moore

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

i literally can’t stop thinking abt that richard siken quote where he falls to the floor crying but all he can focus on is the details of the wall in front of him

Simone Weil, “Void and Compensation” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology

[Text ID: “I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.”]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

went to a bookstore today. they had cats. and a typewriter where people could write whatever and tape it to the walls. really got to me

I ended up having a really interesting conversation with some people at the bus stop today. They were getting out of some sort of ‘clean and sober’ meeting and had starting saying how they were so bored because they didn’t have anything to do, and had to stay at home because all their old friends would pull them back. So I said something like, ‘So this is the time to do all the stuff your parents told you they didn’t have money/time for!’ “Whatcha mean?” “You know, like when you were five and you REALLY wanted to have that toy or do that thing and you were like, ‘Please mom please I gotta have this I gotta go do this’ and they went ‘Hell no you think I’m paying for that do you want to goddamn EAT?’ “ And this light went on in their eyes. The lady is going to go check thrift stores for an Easybake Oven and I told her about Wilton cake decorating classes. The dude is going to Griffith Park and ride horses, because, ‘I always wanted to be a cowboy, and you can’t drink when you’re on a horse ‘cause you’ll fucking die!’ Fuck it. This is what being an adult is. Sure it’s bills and work and relationships, but damn it, it’s also time to do the things you LIKE. I signed up for a free class/lecture on Water Gardens. I’m going. It’s time.

I keep becoming me over and over and over again