Losing Your One Swiftly Tilting Life
by Mary Margaret C. Nussbaum You are in a perpetual motion machine. Your hand is forever waving -goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. The loss is as regular as autumn, and it spins around as soon. You lose keys and cats and tshirts that smell of your son’s sweat. You lose your mind a little and the hair on your head. You lose the friend you gushed it all to, you wonder where he is, and what...
You must wake up every morning and choose to be happy. You gotta put on...– 14-year-old Khadim Diop at TEDxHarlem, echoing Alfred Hitchcock and millennia of science and philosophy. (via explore-blog)
Shit Parrots Say
Polly want a cracker? Pretty bird, Billy bird. Hello there, how are you? Where’s my phone? Where’s my wallet? Have you seen my car keys? Goddammit. I love you. Goodnight, Polly. Jesus, you shit a lot.
You ignoramus! This bodily form is nothing. and this speckled dome of the...– Omar Khayyam, Translated by Juan Cole
Sometimes you have to err on the side of fuck it.