(Almost) Getting Locked in a Cemetery
It’s comforting really, to know that even our greatest achievements will blend into the soil that others will stand on.
It’s comforting really, to know that even our greatest achievements will blend into the soil that others will stand on.
I think about saying “bedankt” after ordering but chicken out.
Even then, a year on, people had mostly forgotten about the game.
As I attempted to do my tenth minute of abs, teeth clenched, shirt soaked with sweat, the only thing that came to mind was confessing sins to my Lord.
“You sure you haven’t been smoking weed?” he asked for the third time. “It’s fine if you have, it’s legal.”
I think they might have arrested him in the end, but if they did I don’t know why.
“That’ll burn for hours—we’ll be here all night!” someone would observe. But no one ever minded.
Can anyone be trusted?
I love learning, I hate being bad at something.
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.