Anonymous asked: How did you tell people such as your ex girlfriend about you being gay? How did you explain to her that it was basically all made up or fake, since you didn't truly have feelings for her? I'm struggling with a similar situation.
Human sexuality is complex and human emotions are even more complex. It’s not that I didn’t have feelings for her, or even that those feelings were contrived. It’s that my feelings for her were specific to her and I don’t think I could ever feel that way about another girl. In general and for the most part, I do not have romantic feelings for girls. That doesn’t mean I never have and it doesn’t mean I never will again. As for your situation: just be honest. That’s the best advice I can give you.
my first ever poetry collection, ‘i am here and you are somewhere else,’ is out now. i’m very proud of the work i put into this. give it a read if you can
everyone check this out my friend ben is incredible
"Dr. King did not write a speech called ‘I Have a Dream.’ He wrote a poem called ‘I Have a Dream.’"
— Andrea Gibson, ”Yellowbird”
Anonymous asked: Do you usually write these poems on paper first?
yes, i have about four notebooks full of poetry just from this school year. less than half of the poems are on this blog.
Hail Mary, full of grace, our Lord is with you. Blessed are you and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
if the world weren’t totally
digital i would burn every picture of you.
in fact, i will print off pictures of you
and burn them,
a sacrifice to whatever god decided
it is not okay to swear but
it is okay to break someone,
to tear them open with words like
knives and not even care,
not even a little.
there are not enough
insults in the english language
to convey how much i would
like to rip your heart out and
crush it between my teeth,
ask you why the fuck you’re so
sensitive. the strong hearts don’t
break that easily, do they?
i swear on my grave
if love makes the world go round
i’d rather it stop. maybe in zero
gravity i could forget you.
In struggling with depression and anxiety and identity confusion, I’m confronted right now with the reality of the love of Christ. I am drawn to Christ because of his death and his triumph, but more than that I am drawn to Christ’s life: his relation to the Other and his position as the Other, and what that means for the way Christians are supposed to live today. We must love the Other. We must be the other.
This is especially true for queer Christians. I am thankful that Christ loves me as I am, and I can feel his heart breaking over his Church’s lack of care for the poor, broken, ostracized, and oppressed.
"Beholding her own Lamb led to the slaughter, Mary, the Ewe-lamb, followed with the other women, in distress and crying out: “Where do You go, my Child? Why do You run so swift a course? Surely there is not another wedding in Cana to which You now hasten to
change water into wine? Shall I come with You, my Child, or shall I wait for You? Give me a word, for You are the Word. Do not pass me by in silence, You who kept me pure for, You are my Son and my God."
— (via thenfacetoface)