these types love their catholic identity more than they love God because their idea of God is not as a loving personable entity but as a conceptual bulwark against everything they dislike, morality is inseparable from vulgar aesthetics
every time i see a seal im struck with the knowledge that in scotland we have a whole genre of folktale warning people not to get seduced by these creatures
its funny how dasha went from critiquing the search for meaning in consumer identities in neoliberal society to inspiring a bunch of young women to spend all their money on rosaries
when a girl says this about moving to new york or paris & working a fake email job every says go girlboss go but when i say i need to move to nishapur & spend my days in the gardens of the mausoleum of omar khayyam tending flowers & feeding stray cats im called insane
if you ever went into a coma i would put lip balm on your lips so they wouldnt become dry & open the blinds & the window so you could still feel the sun & the breese i would serenade you gently so you never forgot the beauty of song
“Don’t ask friends for help moving as an adult” “don’t ask friends to do a potluck as an adult” you can literally ask me to hold your hand at the dentist and I will do it
i hate when people are like “you cant go hiking dressed like that” like im going for a leisurely dander not trekking up fucking mount kilamanjaro i dont need special gear i can wear my normal clothes
if i were a stripper my stripper name would be chastity & i would just stand on stage on the verge of tears awkwardly trying to cover up my my body with my hands