Your Ass-Sets a Low Bar

 

If we hear you play the piano,

you are a pianist.

If you show us the carrots and onions you grew,

you are a gardener.

If you hand us a copy of your signed novel,

you are an author.

If you are pulling 10 oz padded gloves on your hands,

you are a boxer.

If you are covered in flour and hand us a loaf of warm bread,

you are a baker.

But if you have to tell us that you are a “genius” and that your “two greatest assets have been mentally stability and being, like, really smart,”

then I, for one, feel brilliant for not believing you.

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via Brilliant

 

Do Not Weep for Me

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Do not weep for me

for I have experienced a lifetime of joy

the sounds of birthing

the squeals of jubilant voices.

Do not weep for me

for I have felt the vibrations of storms

and weathered through them with dignity.

I have witnessed the changing of seasons

and watched the children have children.

I have seen the fruits gathered and shared by many hands.

I have smelled the soups of wellness upon a cookstove,

freshly cut grass at my entrance,

and the rain both distant and near.

I have experienced these things and more.

Do not weep for me.

Weep for the forlorn.

 

via Forlorn

 

Conversation

 Did he really say this?

“At least in Russia, you cannot just go and tap into someone’s phone conversation without a warrant issued by court. That’s more or less the way a civilized society should go about fighting terrorism.”  Vladimir Putin

This makes me go:

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via Conversation