are you kidding me
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Oh my god wtf
he needs to stop
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
you have only
taking a picture
and looking at the
image and staring
in the mirror and
looking at your
you don’t get to see
the way your eyes
light up when you talk
and you can never
see how beautiful
you look when you
it’s really is kinda
sad that never
actually seen yourself
but I can promise you
I will be here everyday
to tell you what i seeR’J
Good Guy Pope Francis
That is what it means to be a good Christian/Catholic.
I NEED TO TELL YOU A THING.
This man is an INSPIRATION. The day of his election, he ditched his security detail (against recommendations) to spend the day in St Peter’s Square with the crowds of people. He refused to ride in the armoured Popemobile. As Pope he is entitled to a palace in Vatican City, he refused. He has also refused to live in several summer and vacation palaces in various places on the planet.
This man took public transit to work every day. He lives in a modest apartment. He greets and blesses the homeless. Pope Francis took his name after St Francis of Asissi, a man who improved the lives of the hungry, the homeless, the sick, the lame and the blind. Before becoming Pope, he lived his life as an Archbishop with charity, compassion and without judgement. He leads by example, and his example is forcing other Archbishops to look at their own lives, the lavish palaces they live in, and re-evaluate themselves.
The Clergy of the Catholic Church take vows of celibacy, poverty, and obedience. Yet most of them live the lives of the obscenely rich, chastising and preaching to us on how to behave while ignoring poverty, sickness and starvation. Pope Francis is exactly what the Church needed, a revolutionary to lead them back to their true purpose. PRAISE THIS MAN.
Sometimes…I may get crap for this but…sometimes i wonder if this man is an angel or even Jesus himself. I mean who knows? He could really be St Francis reincarnated. He’s truly an inspiration and i hope someday to be able to go to Vatican City and see him
‘Twas the week before finals, and all through the town
Not a student was drinking, not a frat made a sound
The adderall popped and the coffee was drank
In hopes that your mind won’t suddenly blank
The guys and the girls depart from their beds
While visions of passing danced around in their heads
Crammed cafes and library dates
Regretting the days that you slept in late
While out on the campus there struck a big nerve
Of geniuses sprinting to screw up the curve
The readings you ignored pile up to the ceiling
Our asses are saved by Wikipedia stealing
Time home for Thanksgiving was a bittersweet tease
Come back to find College screwing you on your knees
Facebook and Twitter prove a hefty temptation
Earning your citizenship in the procrasti-NATION
Increasingly worrisome for that borderline class
Friday nights out made it impossible to pass
All the moments we said “at least I have time”
Well the time has come…. did you do it? Neither did I.
Stressed and starved and screwed and sorry
That we skipped lecture to eat Chipotle and watch Maury
Sit down to find that you forgot your ID
…and your blue book, and pencil, and scantron–F*** ME!
Exams handed out, the questions complex
Pray that it’s over, like a night of bad sex
Winter break so close we can almost taste it
High School friends, kegs, spending every night wasted
Eyes begin wandering while we’re cramped in our seats
That one kid is dragged out for trying to cheat
Smelly dude next to me, chill bro you’re fine!
Lord knows that your grade will be better than mine
Hand in the exam, relieved that it’s done
It’s been real, professor, but the furthest from fun
Zero down, four to go, and to all that relate:
HAPPY FINALS TO ALL, AND TO ALL PASSING GRADES!