...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.
You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.
Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.
Love makes no mistakes.
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.