not enough kisses (none)

The Kiss

do you have any advice on how to detangle god from the idea of an eternity in hell if you don't believe or do the right things? I want to believe in god and I want to love him but I can't be the person I was taught I needed to be for him to love me back and I'm so scared of where I'll end up even if I don't really believe in it all anymore

a god who will, with no emphaticism and all banality, catapult your body into hell is not a god worth nourishing yourself with. the prophets knew this. the bible itself knows this. god does, too. the biblical god is not flippant or fickle or cruel. he is careful, dutiful, tender, violent in love and in justice. he does not talk about an after-life of suffering. instead, he asks questions. he sits with his people in their exile. he is too busy writing in the dirt to plan idle pain for those who love him. he's distracted by pretty objects. he's appointing worms as prophets. he is concocting the most inexhaustibly bizarre proofs of his own divinity. this god does not want you needlessly scared. he wants you to be well, to be in ethical relationships, to be sitting next to him and reading whatever on earth he's written in the dirt. he wants you to plant gardens in the land of your captors (he is thoughtful like that). he wants you to learn from pain. to share pain with him, even. but most of all he wants so many things and all of them are illegible and strange and above language anyway. and all of them are meaningful.

this is the god of play, the god of wonder, the god of disembodied hands, the god who never speaks of hell, not once. you have to risk your faith, here. you have to know it's best to cling tightly onto these images of a god who begets only that which becomes him. god is either careful and caring, and worth your time. or he is not, and therefore not worth your time at all

the best thing about the moon and the sky and the stars is that while you can't ever take a picture of them that does them justice......you don't need to. they're gonna be there tomorrow

Ever since I read the poem “A Meeting” by Wendell Berry, it made me think of them. Text is from that poem

Spoilers for episode 71/chapter 155 of Monster

lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran

by Mika Luoma

look she's Salem

Mary Ruefle, “Peridot”

how do you live knowing there is high probability of an atomic bomb being thrown at your city at any moment? how do you go to sleep with that in mind? it somehow bothers me that if it happens at night, i will die in this ugly nightgown. but then again, me and the nightgown will probably both turn to ashes instantly right?