Glory be to the Side wound

finally watching wake up dead man. i'm afraid "a few beads short of a full rosary" is going to permanently change my vocabulary

making every conversation into being about The Character with the same reliability and conviction of a youth pastor going “you know who else partied? our lord and savior”

I know God is real because cats

priest kink but midway through sex you find out he's one of those liberal protestant priests so it's like not even a big deal for him. and he just wanted to fuck you for normal reasons

and it didn't even symbolise anything when he sighed and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and put his clerical collar on the dresser by the side of the bed. his neck was just feeling a bit tight

the universe sends its most ocd-riddled and/or psychosis prone soldiers the most amount of "harmless" coincidences

happy feast of st. martha to my fellow women who are worried and distracted by many things

i wish not just to please God, but also to delight Him - i wish to make Him laugh, as i do with others in conversation.

crawling back to God only for Him to have already been carrying me