Since we’re talking about moderation this article discusses the very real human cost attatched to moderation
can’t wait to have my bachelors degree and never have to think again
I cannot believe this has to be said but HORSES ARE NOT FOR EATING
then why they made of food
I’m listening to an audiobook biography of Martin Luther by Eric Metaxas and when he talks about Luther’s very formative travel to Italy and how he was utterly scandalized by the flagrantly disrespectful and sacrilegious behavior of priests in Rome such as ones who were in such a rush to finish Mass they would say it with such speed that the whole thing would be over in 9-12 minutes and the actual liturgy being incomprehensible because the priests spoke so quickly and even that some priests and monks would insert blasphemous jokes in mass such as saying (in Latin) “here is bread and bread it will remain” or that when Luther was saying mass and taking his time another priests heckled him saying “let the Lady have her Son back already” and I’m just like yeah that sounds really alienating for Luther but for me that just sounds #legit
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
physically? im here. mentally? im in the bayou w a bigass hat and Fuck Me shorts blasting creedence clearwater thru a shitty boombox
h-hewwo and wewcome to my TED talk- *a steel beam falls from the ceiling and crushes me to death*
- forensic files narrator: ... and he left his finger prints on the door knob...
- me eating my 5th mozzarella stick: you absolute fucking idiot