You must become unborn to be saved.

you don’t mean “invisible”, you mean “illegible”. pay attention. take some custody over your eyes.

clearing by grouper come be with me now in this dark dank place

You know that I love you.

In the house of self-undoing,

I saw your face.

I desire to dissolve,

to be redone.

I was drowning now I’m swimming :)

I think thirty miles in a week might be perfect.

I dip when they capsize —

when will God give me strength.

Every week is a tribulation, forty actual miles long.

I am praying first and foremost to the God who heard the complaint of the prophet Jeremiah ,

manic depression is the spice of life.

as a matter of established legal fact, my right to go 120 in a 55 is secured & protected under the first and second amendments.

I was lifted OUT the LOWER fucking place, and I have no FEAR of FALLING.

Ethics really begins with the question, “Who is able & willing to harm me?”

Mia Goth in that one scene in Infinity Pool where she pulls out a gun and opens indiscriminate fire after being startled

I’m boutta sit & mindfully eat this yogurt!

excellent, how excellent.

The distant heart secludes the place.

I’m the weird kid, I get it. I’m not as good or as pleasing as the other kids, I understand. But why must they be so mean about it?

Some of the most important philosophical issues of our age are questions like “Why am I in so much emotional pain all the time?” and “Why has God abandoned me to suffer in silence and abjection?” and “What makes me so unlovable?”

“I stood in the Divine Gaze of Lakshmi, the Goddess of Auspiciousness, and I felt my own power and beauty.”

Every morning, I stand in the mirror with a knife in my hand. Sometimes I hide that knife behind my own back, but of course, I still know it’s there.

I have laid claim to the free & unmerited favor of God.

in fear of the mirror

Listen closely! She will disclose the Law with a unique profundity!

Stop being nice to me.

Too much tenderness, and the suicidal thoughts will come back. Too much affection, and I’ll break wide open.

scorn, only scorn.

God promised me strength, speed, stamina, and grace.

He promised.

*through tears and gritted teeth* thanks for showing me this photo you took of me! so pretty! I am grateful and I definitely won’t spiral into self harm over this innocuous trigger! luv u!