Heavenly Father, why do you let bad things happen?

i’m half awake and not wearing glasses so i thought the pic was the beatles

It is

imagine being a ghost hunter in the 19th century. running around freezing cold spooky old mansions in tight pants and a puffy-sleeved white shirt, cloak streaming out behind you like enormous bat wings, knee-high boots clacking on the cracked marble floors and rotting hardwood staircases, candelabra in hand, high out of your mind because they just loved to put cocaine in absolutely everything, did those victorians. the dream.

me: oh this? *waves a giant stick around* this is my “protecting bi women who used to id as lesbians” stick

me: oh, this?? *waves a giant stick around* this is my “protecting lesbians who used to id as bi women” stick

dual wield

u are one of the very few ppl with valid additions to this post, thank u

that oldest sister feel when you just accept that any task not deliberately directed at someone in particular is going to be your responsibility