really recommend getting a partner with a different religion than you and very little knowledge of your religion because the opportunities for explaining things to each other are just exquisite
yesterday she told me some story about the Buddha’s wife and child and I was like. Wait. He fucked? And she was like yeah of course he fucked, why wouldn’t he, he was the most attractive and loveable and and wise and etc. person who ever lived. why would he not fuck.
this morning she looked perplexed in the kitchen at me and said “did Jesus not fuck?”
the songs Beyoncé writes about that man are crazy it’s like watching someone build the sistine chapel for a possum they found in a gas station parking lot
having received a lot of feedback about this post in the last 24 hours I’ve realized that everyone is right and I genuinely do need to apologize. possums are lovely creatures and they don’t deserve to be compared to Jay Z, that was a deeply uncool thing of me to say. I’m sorry possums, I love the way you eat ticks and I hope you’ll forgive me someday.
I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t acknowledged their capacity for evil.
“I’m just a smol bean uwu” No sir, what you are is someone who is so habituated to thinking of yourself as innocent that you will continue to do so even when you’re guilty.
To quote Chris Fleming
“You know that thing where the most toxic person you’ve ever met over-relates to woodland creatures on social media? I call it Vibe Dysphoria. She’ll put up a picture of a mouse in a jean jacket with ‘It’s me.’ That is not you. I don’t know how you got under the impression that you are a mouse in a jean jacket. You are an eel with a gun.She posts a toad with a basket of mushrooms like 'Me doing my little things.’ Oh madam, there is nothing little about your things. You gave me psychosexual issues I’ll carry to my watery grave. You are not a toad in the forest…You are a cruel woman who just happens to be small.”–Chris Fleming
