these roses have been wedged into the pages of Hosea for over 300 days. their age reminds me of the countless truths God has taught me from this radical, uncomfortable, scandalous love story. It’s utterly ludicrous, yet I’m compelled, captivated, by this kind of relentless love.
"is there an international men’s day?" yes actually! it’s tomorrow! and the next day! and the day after! and every other day of every year
I think we know who is really running this country
got a racist response while applying to colleges in the uk, and the social justice in me just couldn’t not respond.
someone studying atoms is really just a bunch of atoms trying to understand themselves
what have you done
my friends sister was telling me about how in highschool a guy tried to take a picture up her skirt as she was walking up stairs and she saw, grabbed his phone, broke it in half, and handed it back to him and said “you can tell your mom why your phones broken”
for a second I forgot about flip phones and I was like how in the holy hell did she rip a phone in half
a subtle “pick my kids up from school” daytime look