official folie a deux enthusiast

Lust is not wanting to have sex with other people. Lust is using sex to hurt other people or hurting another person in a sexual way.

Gluttony is not eating lots of food (your own stomach will tell you when enough is enough). Gluttony is when you have enough resources to yourself that you could house and feed the rest of the population of your city but you keep it to yourself because you do not want to give up the power associated with it.

Greed is not wanting to improve the state of your material life because it would improve your quality of life. Greed is taking opportunities and resources away from already marginalized people. (And if someone tells you that a service you benefited from and it actively improved your life was not meant for you specifically, then there needs to be more of that resource).

Envy is not looking at someone who has a higher quality of life and wanting to improve it. Envy is when you are looking to take away from someone who is in the same situation as you. The example the Bible (or catholic school) uses is a man looking at another man’s wife when his own wife loves him very much and is equal to the other woman in every way that is important.

Sloth (aka laziness) isn’t when you’re exhausted or hurting and being too tired to do anything else. Sloth is when one contributed nothing to the work and yet reaps the rewards of the work.

this year: we are romanticizing the mundane. we are finding beauty in NOTHING AT ALL

my roommate the other week was distracted and enthralled by the way the clouds looked, white and fluffy and soft, drifting gently across the sky

the inherent magic of a calm night with a bright moon and just enough stars in the sky to catch your interest and hold it there

the natural beauty in a slight breeze, ruffling the pages of a book or swaying trees with its slight force, not strong enough to anger and bend and snap, but just enough to playfully push and jump and spin and entertain itself by making tiny whirlwinds out of leaves and playing make-believe it’s a tornado

the beauty of your favorite person’s laughter, the sparkle in their deep eyes, so deep they look like the richest obsidian, twinkling in the earth, almost hidden but there all the same, and a treasure all its own

the magic found in sunlight, every day, the incredible golden rays that feel like the color yellow, even when you close your eyes

SO NEXT TIME YOU’RE CHILLING WITH YOUR MOIRAILS, IMAGINE A BEAUTIFUL BENDYPOO LYING ARSE NEKKID ON THE FLOOR BETWEEN YOU. CAN’T FIT A WHOLE SHERLOCK?

Sigmund Freud: you guys went to the moon??

me: so i was wondering if you could give it a watch with me and share your ideas about what this means about the author

Dan taking shots in The Internet Support Group

BONUS: first thing that came through my mind when i saw him dipping his tongue