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From Compassion by Ilia Delio.

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By the warmth which thy presence made there

From The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Hester,” said he, “I ask not wherefore, nor how, thou hast fallen into the pit, or say rather, thou hast ascended to the pedestal of infamy, on which I found thee. The reason is not far to seek. It was my folly, and thy weakness. I,—a man of thought,—the book-worm of great libraries,—a man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge,—what had I to do with youth and beauty like thine own! Misshapen from my birth-hour, how could I delude myself with the idea that intellectual gifts might veil physical deformity in a young girl’s fantasy! Men call me wise. If sages were ever wise in their own behoof, I might have foreseen all this. I might have known that, as I came out of the vast and dismal forest, and entered this settlement of Christian men, the very first object to meet my eyes would be thyself, Hester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy, before the people. Nay, from the moment when we came down the old church-steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the bale-fire of that scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path!”

“Thou knowest,” said Hester,—for, depressed as she was, she could not endure this last quiet stab at the token of her shame,—“thou knowest that I was frank with thee. I felt no love, nor feigned any.”

“True!” replied he. “It was my folly! I have said it. But, up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream,—old as I was, and sombre as I was, and misshapen as I was,—that the simple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all mankind to gather up, might yet be mine. And so, Hester, I drew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee by the warmth which thy presence made there!”

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There are no separate parts

"A culture without God is sheer cosmic information, in which the human person becomes part of the information that can be deleted or changed. Faith tells us otherwise. We are here because we are the thinking portion of the universe, part of a cosmic wholeness that is grounded in divine reality. God is the Whole of the whole in evolution, distinct yet inseparable from everything else that exists. Relational holism means that everything is connected. There are no separate parts; rather, each distinct entity is determined by its relationships. The works of Jung and Teilhard impel us to rethink the Christian story as a relational whole - a "theohology." Holism calls for a new type of logic, one defined not by causality but relationality. The logic of love is the logic of the whole: the energy of love is the energy of the whole. Love sees the whole, while the partial intellect sees fragments. We humans have a capacity to actualize the whole by personalizing divine love." -Ilia Delio, from The Not-Yet God

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this is even worse and I'm not sorry

This was a really difficult cipher, Professor Van Helsing, I’m not surprised you had to diagram it out.

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i only have sex when it allows me to further engage with the text in a nuanced and complex manner

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"Adventure is a dish that is best eaten takeout, in the comfort of one's own home." -Michael Chabon on reading in the introduction to The Long Ships by Frans G. Bengtsson

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From O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker.

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From Tiny Love Stories, a New York Times Modern Love anthology.

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From the glorious Murder Most Puzzling by Stephanie Von Reiswitz. Regrettably, I was sitting next to a tinted window when I took these photos.

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From Tiny Love Stories (real stories!) edited by Daniel Jones and Miya Lee from The New York Times' Modern Love

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From The Details by Ia Genberg.

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"It's never, ever, ever good enough until you learn it's good enough." -Anne Lamott

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From Osebol by Marit Kapla.

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From Osebol by Marit Kapla.

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From Osebol by Marit Kapla.

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From Osebol by Marit Kapla.