IF YOU DON’T SHIP MY OTP I SWEAR TO GOD i’ll be okay with that
YOU DON’T LIKE MY FAVORITE THING, I’M GONNA respect the fact that you have your own taste
I wondered if all relationships we have—relationships with our lovers, our mothers, our friends—are not unlike blurred photos of our relationship with God, as though they are foreshadowing in the sappy prologue of an eternal novel.
— Donald Miller (Father Fiction)

