A Poetic Reflection on Pornography
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
There was the wild night in Paraty dancing behind the Gecko Chill Bar, which ended with me running five miles barefoot along the river and collapsing on the front steps of a cathedral on the edge of town.
The gym will not save you from your insecurity.
I think we expect that simply because we wear the label of “Christian” our lives should be a model of peace and the absence of worry or fear…
You’re still in high school, and no one else is being affected by your little secret, right? You think the struggle will fade away on its own eventually. You couldn’t be more wrong…
I’ve realized that people who are most confident are not the strongest, but those who are okay with their weakness.
Bruce Lee could break bricks just by touching them because he had such control over his body…
I’ve spent a lot of time telling other people Jesus loves them without believing it to be true of myself…
I think those in the throes of kalopsia sit on the edge of reality, where The Shins always play gently in the background and time passes in slow-motion.
Look! How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine and drips from his toes.







