Empedocles: leap into a dormant volcano Protagoras: run into the shore. in a ship. Socrates: gargle w/ hemlock juice Plato: either get serenaded TOO HARD or just generally party TOO HARD Isocrates: go on a crash diet Diogenes: eat raw octopus, get bitten by a dog, hold your breath indefinitely Anaxarchus: get pounded w/ a giant mortar and pestle while loling Xenocrates: trip over a pot Epicurus: piss bricks Zeno of Citium: trip, break your toe, hold your breath indefinitely Chrysippus: get a donkey drunk, laugh at it Lucretius: chug a love potion and let it do the rest Hypatia: anger a mob of christians Boethius: get strangled by your boss
A politician divides mankind into two classes: tools and enemies.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via friedrichnietzsche)
The Writer aesthetic
Art is hard, writing especially. You shouldn’t wait for inspiration to hit you, you should sharpen your blades, ready the guns, and hunt the damn thing down. Pin it to the page, and hold it there until it stops struggling. Go outside looking for it, talk to someone random on the bus about their coat, call a friend and ask them what the weirdest experience of their life involving the colour blue is. Hunt inspiration, do not let it hunt you.
If all roads lead to Rome, how do you actually get out of Rome ?
no more meeting people in real life no more dating apps it’s just I meet you in my dream and we sit in each other’s souls.
Write. Write every day until your head is empty and your demons are quiet.
Ha!
reblog if you love being autistic, love people who are autistic, or want to punch every ableist jerk in the mouth.