I want friends in my life who will have those rich, convoluted, dense conversations with me. Or not; sometimes it’s nice to share time together in silence. It just depends. I’m just not sure of what it depends on. What good are friends, anyway?
The most extreme makeover.
Burdens will weigh you down. Wickedness will hold you back from experiencing joy. Don’t you long to be set free, to feel clean inside and out?
