are you ready for the rapture

Luke 12:32-40 (HCSB)
Don’t be afraid, little flock, because your Father delights to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Make money-bags for yourselves that won’t grow old, an inexhaustible treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

“Be ready for service and have your lamps lit. You must be like people waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet so that when he comes and knocks, they can open the door for him at once. Those slaves the master will find alert when he comes will be blessed. I assure you: He will get ready, have them recline at the table, then come and serve them. If he comes in the middle of the night, or even near dawn, and finds them alert, those slaves are blessed. But know this: If the homeowner had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into. You also be ready, because the Son of Man is coming at an hour that you do not expect.”

i will love you in motels with aching hands
and heavy hearts and breaths
stuttering in our throats

i will love you like you are hurricane rain and i am forest fire but have we ever cared about that,
how your hands turn to sizzling coal when you touch me and how mine get washed away with the waves
have we ever cared?

i ran into the riptide,
let it pull me down for a moment where i could not breathe and
when my lungs were filling with saltwater,
holy water,
i swear it was the first time i knew peace.

you stood on the shore and laughed because you knew how this story ends,
hands stained with blood and hearts ready
for the rapture.

they want to know who is samson and who is delilah in this story,
who holds the scissors and who has the strength,
did you make me weak or did i make your throne collapse under you?

but we laugh because we are wretched and wicked and our bodies are sore with centuries of looking over our shoulders.

we laugh because you cut my hair and i cut yours,
and it’s alright,
you didn’t destroy me,
i didn’t destroy you,

when we had to plunge into the darkness,
we went together and destroyed each other.

—  a preacher’s daughter and a conman shouldn’t sound like the start of a love story // l.r.c.
Good End Eleanor Dialogue
Bioshock 2
Good End Eleanor Dialogue

And then father, the Rapture dream was over. You taught me that ‘evil’ is just a word. Under the skin, it’s simple pain. For you, mercy was victory. You sacrificed, you endured, and when given the chance, you forgave. Always. Mother believed this world was irredeemable, but she was wrong, Father. We are Utopia, you and I, and in forgiving, we left the door open for her. The Rapture dream is over, but in waking I am reborn. This world is not ready for me, yet here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscience father, and I need you to guide me. You will always be with me now, father, your memories, your drives. And when I need you, you’ll be there on my shoulder whispering. If Utopia is not a place, but a people, then we must choose carefully, for the world is about to change, and in our story, Rapture was just the beginning.

  • Him: Call me daddy~
  • Me: The Rapture dream is over, but in waking, I am reborn. The world is not ready for me, yet here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscious father, and I need you to guide me. You'll always be with me now, father, your memories, your drives, and when I need you, you'll be there on my shoulder, whispering. If utopia is not a place, but a people, then we must choose carefully, and in our story, Rapture was just the beginning.
  • Him: What the fuck

“No scheme could have been more agreeable to Elizabeth, and her acceptance of the invitation was most ready and grateful. ‘My dear, dear aunt,’ she rapturously cried, ‘what delight! What felicity! You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one accurate idea of any thing. We will know where we have gone–we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers, shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation. Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of travelers.’”


Bey: So, ADG are you ready for my album to come and rapture up your little cd before it even drops?

Drake: That’s very cute Beyoncé but I am very excited for your album I hope you don’t disappoint.

Bey: I know I wont but I hope you’ll join me and Blue downstairs in the theatre for Gourmet Finger Sandwiches during our viewing of Lemonade.

Drake: ….

Bey: Is something wrong?

Drake: *having intense flashbacks to the lemonade party held last summer that he could only view from the outside looking in while trying not to cry in front of Julius*

Drake: I am never going to forgive you.

Bey: What?

Drake: You know what. The lemonade party.

Bey: Sorry not ringing any bells…OH *laughs* You mean the Lemonade Gathering? Blue thought party was too pedestrian so She changed it. Which you would know if you were within earshot…

Drake: You know what you did.

Bey: I tried to help you.

Drake: You told me the dress code had changed 5 minutes before we left because you knew me and Blue were getting closer and she was finally going to forgive me for kissing Madonna.

Bey: I mean I don’t recall but if I did do that I’m sure it wasn’t because I was trying to come between your relationship with your daughter.  Blue Ivy and I have a relationship strong enough that I don’t have to worry about something as silly as you two getting close. In fact I encouraged it! I tried to defend you!

Drake: You really are a demon. 

Bey: and you really are losing your touch. I mean I suspected it but this is pathetic. Where’s the competition? Where’s the fire? 

Drake: What are you talking about?

Bey: And it’s not even like the lemonade gathering wasn’t fixable! You could’ve easily just went over my head and asked Blue what we were wearing and unseated me! You accepted what I said was true and then you LET me sit with Her and fake defend you while using the diamond encrusted tea cup with your initials as a sugar bowl! You could’ve called her! You could’ve texted! You could’ve sent one of your boys in wearing the correct colors and delivered a message but NO you stood there looking like a sad bovine and let me annihilate you JUST like i’m going to annihilate Views.

Drake: I’m-

Bey: It wasn’t a mistake putting my release date so close to yours. I wanted a fierce opponent! I wanted a worthy rival! not this sad, whiny, loser. You don’t have to win but AT LEAST give me the competition i’m used to!

Drake: I have 6 days.

Bey: Exactly. 

Drake:… Am I the only one feeling a little hot underneath the collar?

Bey: Incompetence doesn’t turn me on Aubrey. 

What if...

…I told you my of my favourite posts that never fails to make me giggle is simply:

what if mark farts glitter.

Now. I know, massively immature, maybe not that funny, but can you imagine? Lying in bed, all cosy ready to sleep. Then a gurgle from the depths of his belly. He freezes. No. Not now. He’s far too tired. To tried to ignore it. But off it goes again. Should he run? Should he attempt it, or wish that it passes. One final gurgle vibrates through his body. He has to run. He throws his duvet off, but his foot gets caught and he trips, as he goes his bowels release and a rapturous fart resonates through the house, his butt pointing towards the ceiling, causes a canon effect of glitter. Tiny, shiny shards fill the room, catching the moonlight as they slowly descend to the floor. Mark sits in silence watching the tiny specs of plastic flutter as they get caught in the air conditioning. He lets out a sigh, stands up and sets off to get the broom or the 6th time that day.