All of us have a secret. One of us is a hero. One of us is a fraud. One of us is a junkie. One of us is a cop. One of us is a saint. One of us is a sinner. One of us is a martyr. One of us is a murderer. All of us are guilty. All of us are L O S T.
my tablet has a funny habit of making my art look different on its screen than it does on this computer but… im just gonna hope that the split difference between the Nice and the Yikes is “oh okay” and a hesitant pity-reblog
“Thank you Lord for this food that we are about to receive and for your wisdom, Lord. I pray that you will guide me and everyone at this table to respect you and make good choices. For example, do not take advantage of the vulnerability of a recently separated but not yet divorced woman. And in turn, to give others at the table the strength to remember that a mother of three should not be wearing skinny jeans. Amen.”