what if every spider i’ve ever crushed thought it was like, living in my house with me the whole time and one day i just flew off the handle and murdered it. like it just thought we were hanging out together.
has every spider died while feeling a sense of betrayal.
“I’m fiendin for a meanin, they say stay strong, youre an overcomer
like I’m put on this earth to feel pain, if quit is on the menu then why am I playing the game?”—Dyme-A-Duzin (via anotherbeautifullie)
Nothing is more annoying than arguing with Christians who A) Haven't read the bible in its entirety and have only been told what to think by they're denomination's mainline interpretation or B) have read the bible in its entirety without also reading any of the historical context that lead to the creation of the scriptures thereby causing them to think they know what they're talking about but are still horrendously misinformed or C) have actually read the bible, context and all, but consider the Christian understanding and arrangement of the Hebrew Scriptures to be the only one.
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.