sitting on the floor, fooling around

christian moms against being a silly goose

somewhere in florida i could feel god’s presence watching over us like a guardian from the comfort of the cuck chair

my lord, bestie, why all this pain?

latitude: god knows where / longitude: pennsylvania

sometimes this virtue feels like talking to a townie at a dive bar

love and other slasher flicks

i cut the apple in half just to see the star inside

i desperately ask the grim reaper to use a coaster when they put drinks on my coffee table