White Noise
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
When #RelationshipGoals don’t cut it anymore, what are you left with?
How do you see through what is flashy and fleeting?
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…
I ache to return to those days, but I can’t. Time only moves in one direction and I’m caught in her cruel current.
Teenage girls once donned their crush’s letter jacket or filled notebooks with his name. Today they just send nudes.
There is a place in each of us from which we need to operate to be more confident, at peace, focused, and loved.
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.
Every relationship is essentially an experiment in how real, raw and honest you can be in front of this other person.
The natural progression of all things toward death is what makes them beautiful.
Let’s all get tattoos…









