At work today, I was trying to push the cleaning cart through a narrow balcony that’s full of disorganized chairs and not run over a woman’s feet, who was in my path. As I’m getting by the woman asks me if she should move. I say,
“I can make it through.”
And she then says,
“OK, unless you like getting punched in the face.”
Kill her. KILL HER. That being said, what she said makes no sense and had no bearing on the conversation and she’s stupid to try and threaten you because you’ll hit her back.
Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.
Notice something in common in these photos?
It’s not what you think
I gave it away in the third pic
That’s right! None of these cops are wearing badges or name tags! I wonder why… seems like it’d be important to wear those, since it’s even illegal not to in other states…
Hours before the curfew, and pigs are already firing on the crowd. It’s gonna be a long night y’all #disgusting #stawoke
Ginger Animal of the Week
Caracal / Desert Lynx (Caracal caracal)
Thought I should share this. Let this sink in for a minute. Luis was killed for no reason (i’m assuming he’s of another race), this is happening all over, not just in Ferguson. This makes my skin crawl.
Y’all not pressing charges becuz he technically died of a heart attack …. THAT THE POLICE MOST LIKELY CAUSED FOR BEATING HIM! Smdh
Robin Williams’s last line in the film, “Son of a bitch. He stole my line,” was ad-libbed.
Good Will Hunting (1997)
Dead Poets Society (1989)
John Keating: We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
- I am still looking for the words for my verse. Thank you, Mr. Williams, for showing me that I should keep looking for them. I wish I could explain why I’m so upset that you are no longer here, but words are failing to come to me right now.
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