Sunsets Used to Mean Something (And Now They Do Again)
The sunset memories of my teens are seared. The sunset memories of my twenties are speckled.
The sunset memories of my teens are seared. The sunset memories of my twenties are speckled.
Now that the pre-workout has worn off enough that you can stop running to escape the impending explosion of your beating heart, pull out some weights.
I got a new car, but I don’t really get my new car.
Overhead lights were created by an evil mastermind to simulate the timelessness of a void.
It is so comforting to return to a store I could navigate blindfolded.
Someone—or something—keeps turning on the lights.
In a society where people can change classes within a generation or even a lifetime, how do individuals and groups cling to social snobbery?
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
Campfires burn out, fireflies flicker and then disappear, the sun sets and rises again.
According to this birth chart, Jesus’ big three consists entirely of Aries placements.