Alexandra.

Twenty-one.
London.

My parents bought me a bottle of holy water from a church in Austria, but apparently my father was worried that I’d “treat it ironically, and drink it or something”. I have no intention of drinking it, but whenever I look at it, I feel like Jesus is judging me.

My parents bought me a bottle of holy water from a church in Austria, but apparently my father was worried that I’d “treat it ironically, and drink it or something”.

I have no intention of drinking it, but whenever I look at it, I feel like Jesus is judging me.
  • 19 August 2012
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