That’s a fucking good one

I guess this is why faith exists. It’s just so hard to walk out of the smoldering ruins of yourself into a world that isn’t on fire - you smell smoke damn near everywhere, sure a new fire has been born.

I keep telling myself that I wouldn’t be helped through this marathon just to be dumped an inch from the finish line (and there’s no finish line,, no end point to the journey) but also, wouldn’t that just be fitting?

I just cannot turn off the expectation that I will only receive garbage from the universe, even when it is showering me with so many beautiful things. I expect the beautiful things to be barbs, something the universe gave for the sole purpose of snatching it away.

I feel like I’m in an endless room that’s slowly filling up with people and every now and then, I see a friend I knew was here talking to a friend I didn’t know was here and it’s like AAAHHHH!!!!

Growing up in Texas, they really had us kids convinced that Jane Fonda was the devil incarnate.

Wait I saw the going live but missed the rest wtf Johnny just ride your horses 😭

I cannot bump this hard enough. Stop engaging. Please

“dale gribble would hate tra-“ POCKET SAND MOTHER FUCKER