if I buy 26 cans of whip cream at the grocery store do you think the cashier will be suspicious of something
just go into the store 26 different times
oh YES why didn’t I think of that first
please lotion your skin
honor your ancestors
i feel bad for 5’11 boys like u were so close. u almost made it.
I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.
My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.
My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.
She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.
I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.
That is how religion should be. For everyone.
I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. For bothering you, for being moody, for being a mess, for being too much to handle. I always fuck things up.
Reasons 1, 2, and 3 why I ship myself with Andrew.
What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.
My life goal is to get hot and make strangers go “holy shit, hello there”
my roommate and their classmates are burning & sacrificing an animal cracker to pray for their greek final to be canceled
what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?
what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there
but why is the guy wearing a hoodie