Who Invented Boredom And Where Are They. I Just Wanna Talk

not evil anymore i want to be loved now

Banksy sees Trump serving McDonald’s in the White House and throws his hat on the floor and jumps on it repeatedly, cursing like an old timey gold prospector.

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on, bruh

Joan of Arc

ed: no more booze, no more drugs, and most importantly, no more stede. 😤

stede: hello edward! 🤗

ed: 🙃😖😩😭🫠😵‍💫😵…hi. 😐

mary: wait, you two know each other? 👀

stede: shipmates! 🤗

ed: ☠️🖕🏻💔🗡️🚫 …former. 😤

stede: ☹️

list of thing’s i can’t deal with

literally anything

Shakespeare: And in Act 5, Scene 2, I will sprinkle in the fact that Horatio is gay

I hate the “Thoreau’s mom did his laundry” criticism so much, it drives me crazy.

Henry Thoreau did not go to Walden Pond because he thought it would be a fun adventure. He went into the woods because he was deeply depressed and burnt out. He was running from the horror of his brother and best friend recently dying in his arms, and the haunting memory of causing the Fairhaven Bay fire. His friend Ellery Channing literally gave him the ultimatum of either taking some time off to write and think, or else be institutionalized.

I think Thoreau’s mother saw her depressed son choosing to retreat into a small cabin in the woods, and was worried about him. Of course she did his laundry - just as Ralph Waldo Emerson probably brought him firewood and bread. These were not chores of obligation to support a “great” man, but services of love to help their deeply depressed 28yo son and friend.

And if you ask me, there’s a lesson in that - to “suck out the marrow of life” and “live deliberately,” one must also accept help offered from the people in your life who love you. There is no true transcendentalism or individualism without love and friendship behind it.

Hamlet, Shakespeare // If We Were Villains, M.L Rio

I know that line’s from King Lear, but these both made me feel the exact same way I can’t explain it.

"I find conversation unbearable owing to the very fact that I am obliged to speak."

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Confessions