Love

I want to know the texture and weight of faith, as if it was a sort fabric I could run my fingertips over.

I got food poisoning the day of Christmas, at age 8.

No, it’s not the presents. It’s all the little things.

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

Best breakup ever.

Now, what can we do to leverage this research into action?

So, drop big bucks on your gay friends' wedding present!

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