i think metallic dr. martens have to be the second most revolting footwear i’ve ever seen in my life. topped only by brightly-coloured uggs. hideous.
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?
The thought of you sends me shivery; I’m dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie. My heart is thrown to the pebbles and the boatmen.
i can feel it starting again, just as it was before. the guessing, the hoping, the endless waiting night after desolate night, thinking that this time my wishes would be granted. they never were. i know how this goes. i know the friction of desprerate fricative prayers muttered through clenched teeth. so why am i letting this happen again?
