I’ve always hated these long good-bye poems
If I saw the face of death, it’s cause I kissed her with my eyes open
Lipstick on my closed funeral casket
Asking “what for” like a roman numeral math quiz
It’s enigmatic, the way a soul can hang-glide
In a world of diamonds but remain a pearl like Shanghai
I aim jewels at the heads of angels
To examine when the gold in their halos became Fool’s
They played pool with my options for eternity
But missed the cue and chose purgatory out courtesy
I was seduced to slumber by Serendipity’s lips
And tied to a swan feather like a rotisserie spit
Heaven’s on earth and I’m glad that I caught a glimpse
Before they lured me to a sea of slaughtered men with water nymphs
And it’s torturing to think it’s like this where the light ends
Witness- Serendipity’s Lips
We are born once, and cannot be born twice, but for all time must be no more. But you, who are no master of tomorrow, postpone your happiness: life is wasted in procrastination and each one of us dies overwhelmed with cares.
Persuade me or prove to me that I am mistaken in thought or deed and I will gladly change - for it is the truth I seek, and the truth never harmed anyone. Harm comes from persisting in error and clinging to ignorance.
Marcus Aurelius, The Emperor’s Handbook: A New Translation of the Meditations (6:21)
Just that you do the right thing. The rest doesn’t matter. Cold or warm. Tired or well-rested. Despised or honored. Dying … or busy with other assignments. Because dying, too, is one of our assignments in life.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (6:2) translated by Gregory Hayes
This is just…
I cant even
Ew. Feminist tin foil hat conspiracy theorist talking outta his ass.
No logic or common sense here people, you’d find better common sense in a mental health hospital.
How do you even come up with this shit? What part of the brain thinks this and goes “yeah this is correct and not stupid at all”?
Mind that Jonathan McIntosh is producer and co-writer for Anita Sarkeesian.
I want to put a tube in his ass that connects to mine so when he shits, it enters me, then I can shit it back out and it enters him. This process can continue indefinitely.
I feel like this is what feminism is about.