So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job’s a joke
Your love life’s DOA!
It’s like your always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year but….
I’ll be there for you! When the rain starts to pour
I’ll be there for you! Like I’ve been there before
I’ll be there for you!
Cause’ you’re there for me too….
why test on animals when there are prisons full of rapists
because the prisons aren’t actually full of rapists
the rapists run free and the prisons are full of people charged with weed possession
The fact of the matter is, it doesn’t matter whether or not you think homosexuality is a sin. Let me say that again. It does not matter if you think homosexuality is a sin, or if you think it is simply another expression of human love. It doesn’t matter. Why doesn’t it matter? Because people are dying. Kids are literally killing themselves because they are so tired of being rejected and dehumanized that they feel their only option left is to end their life. As a Youth Pastor, this makes me physically ill. And as a human, it should make you feel the same way. So, I’m through with the debate. When faced with the choice between being theologically correct…as if this is even possible…and being morally responsible, I’ll go with morally responsible every time."
I wish I had heard this just ONCE growing up in the church. Just once.
Sometime it hits me really hard that I’m not quite over my ex yet. Not in the sense that I want him back or anything; in the sense that when I was going through my stuff trying to pack up my life and leave the home we started together, I came across a bottle of his body spray and was simultaneously comforted and saddened by the smell. And sometimes, when I go to text boy in the morning after I’ve just woken up, the name my mind wants to say is ‘Keith!’. I don’t know how long that’s going to last. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me anyway, but every so often, even if it’s only for a few seconds, I feel overwhelmingly sad that it didn’t work out. I wish we could have been right for each other, even though I know I’ll meet someone, someday who will fit me a lot better.