sorry not sorry
There is beauty and pain everywhere, even here.
So, when you fell,
I did not catch you, and
You survived the impact.
I did not pick you up, and
You’ll get up when you want.
But, if you don’t mind,
I’m just going lay here,
Beside you, for awhile.
I’ve watched him throughout the years. Day to day he has been pretty good, but relatively not that special except for how long he has played at shortstop and how many hits he has amassed. But there are these fantastical moments in his career I will never forget.
However, his biggest accomplishment over the past 20 years is simply this: he did his job. He got up, got going, and win or loss, he did it again.
In an era marred by PED’s, I admire the way he carried on with his life and did what he could to make his team better.
He has never had much to say, has never really been in the negative spotlight, but that is ok.
He has been working hard at his job like most of us do every day. And that is why I like him. He is a lot like the mass of men. We work hard, don’t gossip much, try to keep our noses clean, and let loose with our friends when we can.
I hope he has a happy retirement.
Once, I witnessed
A gentle faced man
Cradling a oil covered duckling,
Speaking softly, soothingly,
While washing away
The damage left
Of poor choices
And a dangerous world.
His knowing hands held
The tiny body firmly
And lightly so that
He would do no injury
As he cared for that
Wild and free little bird.
And that, that is how
We should hold our lovers.
64% of people say the color red makes anything more tempting.
In the U.S., red is most commonly associated with heat, passion, anger, sexuality, love, and joy.
Humans with red hair take up less than 2% of the population.
That explains why there are so few people with red hair. They keep having oral sex.
|Me:||Jacob, can you pick up the towels you brought out and put them in the dirty clothes?|
|Jacob:||Yes, because I'm a man.|
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.
He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
^^ I throughly enjoyed the history lesson dashed with the colorful adjectives.
I would check first too if I was married to Cersi.
"Even my 6 year old knows that the difference between zero and hero is one letter. So, change that letter for yourself."
Jon Joseph Huff
Sitting here watching Hercules with my two oldest. It is a pretty horrible movie. But I’m enjoying just relaxing for an hour or two. I hope your day is going well.
I love the hush of between times,
Those moments of expectancy
Like the separation of night and day,
Or of the closing of my eyes and the touch of your lips,
And of silence and your whispering voice saying, “I just farted.”