We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.
Do you remember what fearless felt like?
"Had not God made man with lusts and pride in him, with blood and darkness in his heart, with the freedom to sin, love and despair?"
Words can't say anything true. Words are dead in love.
The man I am going to marry. His name is Ben.
If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved christ?
You will pray to the God that you always denied.
Forget Jesus, the stars died so that you could be here today. Lawrence Krauss
