scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
making fun of tumblr daddy doms isn’t kink-shaming because it’s basically the bdsm equivalent of someone posting a video of themselves yelling PARKOUR and then falling off a fire hydrant.
i like how all three miguels pop into the frame at the same time
And to sell their Christmas gifts on eBay and Craigslist.
isnt this what some folks with eating disorders do
that is really fucked up
There is an expression in the Wasteland: Old World Blues. It refers to those so obsessed with the past they can’t see the present, much less the future, for what it is.