One must imagine Sisypus happy not because he enjoys the struggle but because the struggle is all he has. Journey on the hill is who he is, without it he would lose all sense of identity. In an absurd world we define the struggle as our identity, identity is all we have and we are eager to maintain it even if it brings us misery.

some poems you really do just walk right into and come out changed beyond all recognition on the inside like lazarus crossing back from the dead

IN A WORLD WHERE BEAUTY AND ATTRACTIVENESS HAVE BECOME SO COMMONPLACE AND MUNDANE THE EXCEPTIONAL UGLINESS HAS BECOME DIVINE

I SAW AN ADVERTISEMENT FOR A CAR THAT LOOKS LIKE EVERY OTHER CAR AND THEY COMPARED IT TO A UNUSUAL UGLY LITTLE VEHICLE AND ITS STRANGENESS WAS FAR MORE CAPTIVATING THAN THE SLEEK BORING CAR THE AD WAS ACTUALLY FOR

BEAUTY IS FINITE, UGLINESS IS INFINITE LIKE GOD

take her ass to poetryfoundation.com

bro not the quencies (way of saying consequences if theres something deeply wrong with you)

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

my heart's full to the brim w the joy of loving btw. i'll die one day but also i won't. on account of the love.

pick up struggling honeybee from a crowded high street. a fragment of me lives w her. compliment the cashier on her hairband. a fragment of me lives w her. alert the stranger on the bus when the travel card falls out of their pocket. a fragment of me lives w them. let the toddler in the park join our game of football. a fragment of me lives w them. i'll die but i won't. i'm here but i'm everywhere else too. you get me?

123 movies is called that because you have to answer riddles three from a hot girl in your area before you can watch the movie