My favorite is people who send me unsolicited dick pics and then they’re like, “uh, hi? Are you ignoring me?”
It’s just so funny to me. Like one minute I’m designing bioreactors and getting published for heat dissipation in polymers and then I open this godforsaken app to dudes hanging brain who can’t even pronounce “saponification” calling me a slut because I won’t give attention to their limp excuses for existence.
3 billion years of evolution and the greatest form of communication you can conjure up in your fermented omelet of a conscience is submitting your wrinkly ball sac to a stranger on the Internet to substitute the attention your parents never gave their mistake of an offspring.
This is poetry.
This is my fucking resurrection
Epic oratory like this is why the internet was invented, folks. Respect.
Sleepless nights
she spends worrying her heart for Him.
He is her strength
her guide
their tether.
She comprehends his complexity;
vulnerable, curious, indulgent,
a medley of personal gifts.
And yet there are more depths…
He is strong for others,
for whom He would slay dragons.
Solid, steadfast,
a nearly stealth-like demeanor,
imperceptible to mere mortals & children.
Then there is the caveat;
soft matter, His heart.
It is heavy, immense, infinite…
and it protects them.
This is the sword that lays bare;
anything
anyone
that dare move against what lives in His heart.
He handles their fears,
with great measure.
He lifts their burdens,
unconditionally.
She understands His mind
will race & wander…
deviate to paths no one dare go.
He is unfathomable.
All the while maintaining…
controlled, resolute, unshakable posture.
This complex authenticity.
She worries her heart for Him,
understands that familiar armor.
She feels the weight of His provocation,
and she waits, unyielding.
Simply watching… in awe.
