Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

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When the apocalypse comes, Jesus asks you to dinner. Jesus is the son of your mother’s best friend; naturally, you cannot say no. He’s five minutes late in picking you up, bites his thumb in supplication, and you want to press him against the leather seats of Jesus’ dad’s Cadillac. You’ve been on worse dates. The company’s decent, the sex phenomenal, except there is no sex and you’re left wondering why you thought there would be. This is not how you pictured the end of the world. Somewhere, a door slams. Your neighbors are filing for divorce. Jesus walks you to your door with his hand above your waist. He kisses you and time unravels, a ball of yarn torn between opposing knitting needles. Crabapples. Jesus tastes like crabapples and the final stanza of “Amazing Grace.” God calls, asks Jesus when he’ll be home. The sky is orange. At the end of your mother’s driveway, your mother’s best friend’s son’s car radio narrates the coming of the savior: This is Delilah. Avert thy mortal eyes.

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Text on Gradients 05
Feast of Love, 10/17/2014 9:30pm
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?

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So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.

Stay woke

Is this true?

Not only is it true, it gets worse. The Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation has actually successfully sued “competing” charities, because (paraphrasing) their “message or branding was infringing.”
You read that correctly: they took money that people had donated to cure cancer, and hired attorneys with it, to sue ANOTHER group of people trying to find a cure for cancer, who, in turn, had to use their donated money to hire their own legal counsel to defend themselves.

There’s a documentary about this on Netflix called Pink Ribbons, Inc. if anyone’s interested.

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"Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs" 
Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain.
The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.

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"My sister’s homemade Marie Antoinette costume in 5th grade (Source)”

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Sometimes I’m Ron, sometimes I’m Andy. There is no inbetween. 
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