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Shinagawa, Tokyo. November 2024. 16074

(via 2025-02 - Sandman-KK)

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when people are like “he’s not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas station” i’m like….. well you see there’s beauty everywhere actually

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The National Prayer Breakfast is usually a dull affair—an annual gathering where politicians feign piety over eggs and coffee, pretending that the Bible is anything more to them than a prop. But this morning, the scene was different. It was no mere breakfast—it was a coronation.

Donald Trump, the self-declared protector of Christian America, stood before a room full of fawning believers and declared, “If we don’t have religious liberty, then we don’t have a free country. We probably don’t even have a country.” It was the kind of statement that sounds profound until you remember that it came from a man who once mistook a Communion wafer for an hors d'oeuvre.

And standing next to him, like a televangelist in a Vegas lounge act, was Paula White, his spiritual consigliere, a woman whose interpretation of scripture involves Jesus blessing hedge funds and bank transfers. Today, she wasn’t just praying over Trump—she was leading his newly announced White House Faith Office, an operation so vague in purpose that it might as well be a money-laundering front.

Donald J. Trump is not a man known for his religious discipline. He once admitted that he’s never asked God for forgiveness because he doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong. This is, of course, the foundation of the Trumpian gospel: salvation through sheer force of ego.

He doesn’t read the Bible—he polls it. If the numbers are bad, he pivots to a new message. He’s not here to follow Christ; he’s here to replace him. He doesn’t need loaves and fishes—he has Trump Steaks. He doesn’t turn water into wine—he builds overpriced country clubs and sells you a membership.

Yet despite his total lack of religious conviction, he commands the undying loyalty of white evangelicals. Why? Because he tells them what they want to hear: that Christianity is under attack, that their enemies are godless socialists, that he alone can save them. Forget John the Baptist—Trump is his own messenger.

Enter Paula White, Trump’s spiritual hype woman, a preacher who doesn’t so much spread the Gospel as she monetizes it. She preaches the Prosperity Gospel, a philosophy that suggests Jesus spent 40 days in the desert not to resist temptation, but to get a real estate deal in Scottsdale.

She famously told her followers that if they didn’t send her their “first fruits” offering—that is, their first paycheck of the year—they were spiritually robbing God. Today, that same hustle landed her a White House job.

White is also the same woman who once declared that “Black Lives Matter is an anti-Christ terrorist organization.” Now she’ll be leading the White House Faith Office, no doubt ensuring that all “faith-based initiatives” somehow involve a donation link.

The irony is thicker than communion wine. The Trump era has made televangelists respectable again. In another time, Paula White would be hawking prayer cloths on late-night TV. Now she’s taking official meetings in the White House.

And where does Jesus fit into all of this?

At no point during this morning’s spectacle did anyone bother to ask what He might think about all of this. If He did show up, He probably wouldn’t be allowed past the Secret Service. A dark-skinned Middle Eastern man with no fixed address, preaching about giving money to the poor? The Republicans would deport Him before the second course was served.

The Jesus of the Gospels would have been flipping tables at this breakfast. The Jesus of Trump and Paula White, however, would be selling sponsorship opportunities for the Sermon on the Mount. (“For just $99.99, YOU can have a front-row seat at the Last Supper!”)

The real scandal here isn’t that Trump is pretending to be religious. It’s that so many people believe him. That an entire movement that once claimed to follow Jesus is now following a bloated billionaire who lives in a gold tower.

This morning’s prayer breakfast wasn’t about faith—it was about power. It wasn’t about humility—it was about domination. It wasn’t about Christ—it was about Trump.

And so the great American heresy continues.

Jesus wept.

Paula cashed the check.

And Trump? He took the applause and asked what’s for lunch.

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Fuck nazi’s.

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grammy winner midwest princess 💖🎠 #ChappellRoan

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TWIN PEAKS 1.01 “Northwest Passage” — 1990, directed by David Lynch cinematography by Ronald Víctor García

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Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look. Look straight at what the papers did not write about. Look into the face of pain.

The Girl with the Needle — 2024 Pigen med nålen dir. Magnus von Horn

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seeing my 'failures' as redirections has brought me so much peace about the things I thought I 'missed out on' in life. sometimes, you just don't know what you're being protected from—or what you're being set up for—until you can look back from a new vantage point. all you can do is trust that clarity will come when the time is right. and it will.

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Beware!

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Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

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“Sometimes home isn’t 4 walls. It’s 2 eyes and a heartbeat.”

— Unknown

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Hey, I need to say something.

You are not alone

I don’t care who you are or what you’ve been through. You are worthy of love, respect, and all the good things that life has to offer.

It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, aromantic, demisexual, queer, or questioning. It doesn’t matter if you’re transgender, nonbinary, genderfluid, genderqueer, agender, bigender, or anything else on the gender spectrum. It doesn’t matter if you’re intersex, two-spirit, or however you identify. You are valid. You are seen. And you are not alone.

It doesn’t matter what race you are—whether you’re Black, White, Latino, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, Indigenous, Middle Eastern, Pacific Islander, or from anywhere else in the world. Your identity, your culture, your background—it matters. You belong here.

It doesn’t matter if you have Down syndrome, autism, ADHD, dyslexia, or any other condition that makes life feel different or harder. It doesn’t matter if you have a physical disability or chronic illness that makes your body work differently. It doesn’t matter if you struggle with mental health, like depression, anxiety, PTSD, or anything else. You are still you. You are human. And you are worthy of love.

I know that sometimes, society makes people feel like they’re not enough if they’re “different.” It makes you feel like you have to apologize for existing the way you do. But I’m here to tell you, you don’t have to apologize. You don’t have to hide or be ashamed of what makes you who you are. Whatever challenges you face, whatever makes life harder for you, it does not take away from your value. You are important. You are strong. And you deserve love, respect, and a seat at the table.

Sometimes, life can be cruel.

You might be dealing with grief—losing someone you loved, someone who was taken from you too soon. You might be facing the pain of missing someone, whether it’s a friend, family member, or someone who meant everything to you. That hole in your heart can feel like it’ll never heal.

You might be fighting against a world that makes you feel like you don’t belong. Maybe you’ve been bullied, made to feel small, like you don’t matter. Maybe people at school or work just don’t understand what you’re going through, and it makes you feel isolated.

Maybe your mind is your biggest enemy—maybe anxiety, depression, or intrusive thoughts are holding you hostage, telling you that you’re not good enough, that things will never get better. Maybe your self-esteem is in pieces, and you can’t see the person that others see when they look at you.

Maybe you’re dealing with a toxic environment—whether it’s at home, in your friendship circle, or in your relationship. Maybe you’re in a situation where someone else makes you feel small, like you’re not worth their time or love. That can eat away at your soul.

Maybe you’re struggling with your health. You might have a condition like diabetes, epilepsy, cerebral palsy, or multiple sclerosis, or maybe you’ve had to deal with cancer or a heart condition. Maybe your body’s been betraying you, and you feel helpless, stuck in a body that doesn’t work the way you wish it did.

Or maybe it’s something that’s invisible to others—your mental health, your struggles with ADHD, your anxiety, your depression, your obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Sometimes, it feels like people don’t understand what it’s like to live in your shoes, and that can feel incredibly lonely.

Maybe your life feels like a series of ups and downs. Some days are better than others, but the tough ones can make you want to give up. Maybe you feel overwhelmed by the weight of the world, like it’s too much to bear, and you don’t know how to move forward.

It’s okay to feel that way. It’s okay to feel like you can’t do it anymore. But please, please don’t give up.

Because even in those darkest moments, when everything feels like it’s falling apart—

There are moments where things will get better. They might be small, but they will be there. Maybe you’ll find something that makes you feel alive again. Maybe it’s a conversation with a friend, a moment of peace, a song that speaks to your soul. Maybe it’s just waking up and realizing that, despite everything, you’re still here. You made it through another night.

And I want to tell you this: You are not alone. Not now, not ever. Even when you feel like no one’s listening, I promise you, there are people out there who care. Even if it’s hard to see, there are those who will fight beside you.

Maybe one day, you’ll meet someone who makes you feel truly seen—someone who knows exactly what you’ve been through and understands you in a way no one else does. Maybe you’ll find a place where you truly belong, where people don’t just accept you, but they celebrate who you are.

You will learn to take those little victories, the small moments where you feel okay again, and build them into something bigger. And while it may not feel like it now, there will come a time when the pain won’t weigh as heavily on you. It will still be there, but you’ll be stronger, and you’ll have the tools to handle it.

You are allowed to heal at your own pace. You don’t have to be “fixed” right away. You don’t have to be perfect. But you do have to keep going. Keep pushing. Keep holding on. Because you will get through this.

And when I say you’re not alone, I mean it. I’m here for you. Even when it feels like the world is against you, I’ll be here—fighting for you, cheering for you, because you are worth it.

So take a deep breath. You are strong. You are worthy. And no matter how hard things get, you are not alone.

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Let’s not forget to acknowledge Alexandre Dumas this Black History Month

The writer of two of the most well known stories worldwide, The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo was a black man. 

That’s excellence.