His mother had brown hair, and kind brown eyes. She went to the Temple every Friday, wore her belief around her body like woven silken and colorful hijabs. She breathed love and compassion, wrapped them up in safety and protection. She was fierce, kind and passionate, and instilled that within him and his sister.
His mother was everything. And he couldn’t remember her name.
You argue and you bicker and you fight,
Atheists and Catholics,
Jews and Hindus argue day and night
Over what they think is true.
But no one entertains the thought that maybe God does not believe in you.
Another batch of doodles owo\ Top to down, left to right:
- Guilmon. He’s my fave <3 - Some people used to give Chespin and evos smack (maybe still do) but I
love this Pokemon she was my starter and she’s wonderful~ - Joel and Aiden. When life is hard but you’re doing okay but it ain’t foolin’ no-one. - Random Dorca ;D - A teenage Dylan in a ‘slice of life high school’ 'verse. He’s less
muscular than he would be in the comic because he doesn’t need to fend
for himself. - Maskur doing some BOINGS - @sirinathevulpem‘s little Digimon babu - Teddie believes in you! YOU CAN DO THE THING - Ravi and Fineas had a mask swap ;D - A skinny alien babu because poor child QuQ/
You argue and you bicker and you fight; Atheists and Catholics, Jews and Hindus argue day and night; over what they think is true; but no one entertains the thought that maybe God does not believe in you.