:
How much of being white is living a performatively passionless life?
:
Scruples? I got ‘em.
:
One of my theological bugbears is “what if” theology. Someone will suggest an ideal, usually a …
:
It was the eh of times, it was the meh of times.
:
Remember when this color was called “sea cow?”
:
Thank you, trees.
:
:
Finally a dream realized.
:
Furball
:
This is the Truth.
:
I don’t think I’ve ever once thought, as a parent, “I’m doing a really …
:
:
:
Look what my mom still had!
:
Still the best mouse I’ve ever owned.
:
Look, See. I Have a Bible
Mr. President felt himself pressed into the generous seat of the black Secret Service special order …
:
This is my church now.
:
Sonia Delaunay
:
This killed me. I’m dead now. 💀
:
memento mori
:
:
:
sure ok
:
moose hill cantina
:
tom’s diner
:
breathe
:
henri and fred
:
psalm 42
:
this cool dog can drive
:
Winifred Knights, Self-Portrait Sketching at a Table, c 1916
:
Lock screen
:
O Clavis – Malcom Guite
:
Nouwen
:
RIP Bart Starr. The greatest of all time.
:
One difference between me and my dad is I only have kids I know about.
:
⛪️
:
Gabriel Fauré composed Cantique de Jean Racine when he was 19 years old. 🎶
:
⚾️
:
Olga Suvorova, Annunciation
:
☕️
:
James Johnston, Study of Skull in Gold, 2019
:
Last night at Network: talking to a new guy outside. He was looking for his friend who he described …
:
when you’re at tom’s
:
king
:
Only monsters listen to podcasts at 2x.
:
what?
:
Lady of Lloret, Gerard Mas
:
: