The Kind

You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead

Truer words have not been spoken.



We are both dead, my dear. And you don't even give a shit.

Beautiful

I started crying when "beautiful, beautiful" by francesca battistelli came on. I know the song well.

I wish I could believe there's such beauty. But there isn't.

The church isn't where I found God, where I found grace, where I found beauty.  They say their god changed them into something better. They say their god made them beautiful.

But

It's where I found evil, where I found the people who tear down, abandon and destroy.  The church is the last place I'd go to find a friend at a time like this. I'm not welcome in their lives. I'm too "toxic".

I'm expected not to keep my christian friends with our fundamental disagreements. But I love them too much. I just hate who they are.