i’m never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it’s just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing
if i was sisyphus id eat a bit of dirt off the slope every time on my way up until the slope is no longer steep enough for the boulder to roll down. it would be end of suffering in 47 days
if i was atlas id shake the sky up and down to make the laminated wobble sound worldwide every day and piss zeus off enough to kill me or himself
no idea how id cope being prometheus. he died so we can light joints i wish him the best
