I won’t die as someone who was tormented by life.
Back when each kiss really meant something…
Back when each kiss really meant something…
We are all on a journey, but to where?
“See this, my son? This is the fury of the gods.”
That’s when he yelled, “There he is! You see him with the gun?”
“Well, He bleeds just like every other crook…”
When creative people fall asleep…
My body was imploding within me and I didn’t even feel it.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
The decline of evangelicalism forces us to choose a side: hot or cold; no more lukewarm Christianity.
What do you do when you don’t want to end your life, just a part of it?