God’s not catholic

That has been buried under a lot

He’s not catholic
That’s stupid what makes you think you’re so special?

He’s for all of us no matter how you talk to him.

I’m excited to shine
I’m excited to shine

Oh! Get your heart broken. Lose someone you love! Uh, Um. Fall in love all over again! Find yourself in a hole that you don’t think you can get out of and get out of it.
You cant love anybody, you are dangerous! Because you have no way of, you have no way of learning humility. You have no way of learning that other people suffer. And no way to use your suffering and theirs to get from one place to another. In Short you fail the human responsibility, which is to love eachother.

I can’t decide what is grreater, my desire to express and be myself, or my fear of losing her. And my fear of having her blood on my hands. But are they even on my hands?
Makes me weep to feel the history of you. Your flesh beneath my hands. In a time of so much loss. To feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side, to create a series of gestures, to reach around my neck to draw me nearer. All these moments’ll be lost in time like tears in rain.

Son of a bitch God!

Do you know Oliver?

Bitch

Oh, It’s Ol
Oh shit!

Are we gonna make it?
I dont know.

If I could attach our blood vessels so that we could become each other I would.

And I want people to want me.

I’ll take good care of it Oliver.

Butcha cant want that, motherfucker. You cannot want that. Just do what makes you happy..

Bitch!

And I’m not tryna train myself out of wanting love. But I’m tryna… I’m tryna train myself to just give myself that love, that I that I want. And to not feel like that it can only come from the other person. Or that it can also, you know, come from friends or like, habits I have or passions and not just like, one partner that I’m tryna squeeze everything out of.

When I put my hands on your body, on your flesh, I feel the history of that body.

All my great memories of Oliver.

No body, no man, and no woman is precisely what they think they are - Love is where you find it. And you don’t know where it’ll carry you. And it is a terrifying thing, love. it’s the only human possibility but it’s terrifying.

Now Caarre Ssshelpmeoff Loooooove

Aw I love you so much

I’m so proud of you, yeah I am.

Oliver got so thoroughly dunked on so fast.

He’s the male Mother Teresa

Ahaha hA Ha hA Ha