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why is it called easter sunday

did jesus rise from the dead in the east

just like the sun

is this why he is the sun of god

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ok i just wiki-ed that shit up

Easter (also called the Paschor Pascha) is a Christian festival and holiday celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ on the third day after his crucifixion at Calvary as described in the New Testament. Easter is the culmination of the Passion of Christ, preceded by Lent, a forty-day period of fasting, prayer, and penance. The last week of Lent is called Holy Week, and it contains the days of the Easter Triduum, including Maundy Thursday (also known as Holy Thursday), commemorating the Last Supper and its preceding foot washing, as well as Good Friday, commemorating the crucifixion and death of Jesus. Easter is followed by a fifty-day period called Eastertide or the Easter Season, ending with Pentecost Sunday.

Easter is linked to the Jewish Passover by much of its symbolism, as well as by its position in the calendar. In many languages, the words for “Easter” and “Passover” are etymologically related or homonymous. Easter customs vary across the Christian world, but attending sunrise services, exclaiming the Paschal greeting, clipping the church and decorating Easter eggs, a symbol of the empty tomb, are common motifs. Additional customs include egg hunting, the Easter Bunny, and Easter parades, which are observed by both Christians and some non-Christians.

ok so what do eggs and bunnies and jesus have in common
what is the significance of hunting for easter eggs
bunnies don’t lay eggs
and how do i go about exclaiming the paschal greeting

got to go bathe and sleep. approximately 2½ hours of sleep left.

goodnight

Favouritest person in the world

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The day turned into the city
and the city turned into the mind
and the moving trucks trumbled along
like loud worries speaking over
the bicycle’s idea
which wove between
the more armored vehicles of expression
and over planks left by the construction workers
on a holiday morning when no work was being done
because no matter the day, we tend towards
remaking parts of it—what we said
or did, or how we looked—
and the buildings were like faces
lining the banks of a parade
obstructing and highlighting each other
defining height and width for each other
offsetting grace and function
like Audrey Hepburn from
Jesse Owens, and the hearty pigeons collaborate
with wrought iron fences
and become recurring choruses of memory
reassembling around benches
we sat in once, while seagulls wheel
like immigrating thoughts, and never-leaving
chickadees hop bared hedges and low trees
like commas and semicolons, landing
where needed, separating
subjects from adjectives, stringing along
the long ideas, showing how the cage
has no door, and the lights changed
so the tide of sound ebbed and returned
like our own breath
and when I knew everything
was going to look the same as the mind
I stopped at a lively corner
where the signs themselves were like
perpendicular dialects in conversation and
I put both my feet on the ground
took the bag from the basket
so pleased it had not been crushed
by the mightiness of all else
that goes on and gave you the sentence inside.
By Jessica Greenbaum

My bed is soooooooooo comfortable I can’t leave it today

Photo on 26-3-13 at 5.16 PM

getting out of the house today for pancakes

haven’t touched any work since last thursday where are my priorities. i was supposed to finish a piece yesterday but ended up trashing my work twice.

super upset about this don’t even want to think about it. i’m starting to think that i suck at many things like i look back at work i’ve done months ago and compare it to the ones i do now and it’s like it was done by 2 different people

meow i want to buy shoes

i think at some point in time of a person’s life, the fact of life being a fragility will pronounce itself to be more apparent. today was mine. despite it being at the back of my head all this while, i finally understood how surreal a near-death experience could be. what i am still trying to wrap my head around is how it didn’t have to happen to me for me to understand its severity.

a couple of my friends are sad and i don’t know how to help them. sometimes i want to write them a nice letter, sometimes i want to sit next to them and not say anything but occasionally offer them with something to eat or drink or perhaps some tissue if they cry, sometimes i want to grab the people that make them sad by their nape and slap the living shit out of them. i can’t decide which method is most appropriate and realistically speaking it is not my place to act on any of them.