Having Soot On Your Hands From Tending To A Fire 🤝 Having Dirt On Your Feet From Walking In Nature

The gender euphoria of having just a bit of rough stubble on your chin. Short and blunt - a clean look overall, but with a subtle touch of disheveled masculinity poking through. That's what it's all about. :-]

happy men's day everyoneeeee

(nothing between me and god except a thin panel of aquarium glass) ahem *bonk* hey *bonk* excuse me *loud thunk* i have questions about the nature of things

Rabbits between the staves. Cambrai BM 125-128, c. 1540-50

Thoughts on Judas?

i think god’s first words to judas were: ‘you’ll end up hanged in a field.’ i think judas’ response was: ‘i’ll see you there.’

just. john the apostle. john the beloved. john the youngest. john who rests his head on jesus' shoulders while he speaks. john who stayed with the women during the passion & wasnt ashamed of sharing their pain. john who got to the empty tomb before anyone else. john the patron saint of love & friendship & loyalty & writers & poets. my good friend john

Finally have all 4 life stages let's gooo

thinking about how the bible is all affect. about how it is an oral thing, a leak between bodies, a murmur between lovers or a yell at a wound or a song in a nursery. the bible is a language that falls over itself. it is a word left untranslated. i am thinking of סֶֽלָה (selah), a transliterated word that means nothing except for when it means everything—it is a word that is really a sigh. or, i am thinking of יהוה (yhwh), the name of god that is no name at all but instead the panting of breath. affective, rhythmic, pulsing, the bible and its language can't catch up to itself. it was never meant to. cantillation and intonation can do no good with a text in excess. nor anything the masoretes did, nor new lexicons either (הַֽלְלוּ/hallelujah can't attach itself to meaning, no matter how hard you try)

There are a fair few faux feminist statements I hate, but “We are the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn” is one of them.