

Maybe God just loves us like a gardener loves plants. Right now looking at the garden and being like “oh no… This is a real mess. It would probably be easier to start over… But I’ve spent so much time on them, let’s give them a chance to pull through if I leave it for a while”





Let’s not. He’s too dumb to understand the context, it could be a trophy made of literal shit and he wouldn’t understand it’s not a celebration of him