#collecting quotes

[austerity-audacity-asceticism]

Seeking God requires crossing through the night and even staying there for some time. It requires discovering the strength and the beauty of a walk of faith that knows how to stop in front of the darkness of doubt without the pretension of having to offer solutions. Faith that is lived will also allow us to bear witness to Christ with the humble language of one who has learned to inhabit the night and to endure its questions.

Contemplate: To consecrated men and women on the trail of Beauty

Congregation for Institutes of Consecrated Life and Societies of Apostolic Life Tr. by Christine Cooley

[egooppidum]

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Eat Clean

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson

[fanaticalthings]

next thing you're gonna tell me is that the butts match 🙄

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[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

[squishykitty825]

Dick: What gets covered in dirt but somehow always stays clean?

Jason: A body in a coffin

Dick: …

Jason: …

Dick: Soap. It was soap.

[austerity-audacity-asceticism]

The search for God requires humility: our truth is revealed by the light of the Holy Spirit and in it we recognize that it is God who seeks us first.

Contemplate: To consecrated men and women on the trail of Beauty

Congregation for Institutes of Consecrated Life and Societies of Apostolic Life Tr. by Christine Cooley

[lifeinpoetry]

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Eat Clean

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[soracities]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why", Collected Poems [ID'd]