Arthur Mitchell
@mrarthurmitchell.bsky.social
I couldn’t care less about your life. Or death. Unless you get in my way.
January 18, 2025 at 1:29 AM
January 18, 2025 at 1:22 AM
The sharpness of a well-aged cheddar, the creaminess of a young brie—each one reflects a different aspect of creation, a different layer of the divine. But at its core, it’s all the same. A reminder that even the simplest things can hold the greatest truths.
January 18, 2025 at 1:05 AM
The sharpness of a well-aged cheddar, the creaminess of a young brie—each one reflects a different aspect of creation, a different layer of the divine. But at its core, it’s all the same. A reminder that even the simplest things can hold the greatest truths.
And when it’s done, cheese becomes a gift. It brings people together, sustains them, comforts them. Just like faith. Just like family.
January 18, 2025 at 1:05 AM
And when it’s done, cheese becomes a gift. It brings people together, sustains them, comforts them. Just like faith. Just like family.
God works the same way. He takes what’s raw, unrefined, and moulds it into something greater. The process isn’t always pleasant—curdling, pressing, aging—but it’s necessary. Without it, we’d remain ordinary, unfinished.
January 18, 2025 at 1:05 AM
God works the same way. He takes what’s raw, unrefined, and moulds it into something greater. The process isn’t always pleasant—curdling, pressing, aging—but it’s necessary. Without it, we’d remain ordinary, unfinished.
Lovely to see such warmth between friends. My wife has a way of making people feel special. God's treasures are meant to be admired, cherished, a reminder of his wonder. A glorious treasure best admired from a distance sometimes. Fuck off my wife, cunt.
January 18, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Lovely to see such warmth between friends. My wife has a way of making people feel special. God's treasures are meant to be admired, cherished, a reminder of his wonder. A glorious treasure best admired from a distance sometimes. Fuck off my wife, cunt.
I might have some contacts, I'll ask my son Jonah if he has anyone.
January 17, 2025 at 11:46 PM
I might have some contacts, I'll ask my son Jonah if he has anyone.
