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the beauty pageant question.

by @ohkaitlyn

here’s what they don’t tell you in sunday school. no matter if you make it to heaven or hell, you could still be sitting next to the school shooter depending on whether or not he prays to the right god. my father always said that if he meets jesus, he’ll apologize. “sorry man, I didn’t know. if it’s any consolation, I believe in you now.” two weeks ago a friend grabbed my steering wheel and she turned me into the next lane. she believes in god more than she believes in saying sorry. we always tell each other that the murderers are going to hell. is this wishful thinking? or are we just incapable of thinking that we’re going to share our heavenly space with somebody who stole lives. even if I didn’t know it then, these thoughts might just be the reason that I used to get panic attacks when I thought about heaven. I’ve always been a restless soul and being stuck somewhere forever was never my style.
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