Okay, real talk, healing prayers that calm the soul weren’t even on my radar until like six months ago when I hit the kind of rock-bottom that smells like...
everything else glows neon. The desired style is slightly blurred vaporwave-tinged photorealism. Incorporate floating translucent to-do lists that look like they’re glitching out of existence. The emotional tone should...
God’s not dead, even though last Tuesday I was 100% ready to yeet my faith into the Ohio River, okay?
Look, I’m sitting here in my stupidly cold Ohio apartment...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...