The narcissistic fuckwits who graffiti their names on culturally significant landmarks/monuments should be held down and have a picture of the monument forcibly tattooed on them. The location of the tattoo should depend on how prominent the writing on the monument appears.
(Not really, but it's infuriating to see some centuries-old building or sculpture covered in a mess of overlapping scribbles.)
Well... sometimes a language is a living thing, in comparison with a building taking shape by another artist.
Dear Lord (or fate, chance, whatever cosmic force is behind the happenings of the universe),
I feel so blessed and fortunate for these past twenty four golden years. They have been filled to the brim with love and friendship, struggle and heartache. They've been lucky and easy; they've been riddling and frustrating. There has been rapture, and there has been grief. So far, my life has been all the things that life should be.
In this year, my twenty fifth year, please help me to stay focused on what is real, not unreal - to remain appreciative in the ebbs of life and to remain cautiously optimistic in the flows.
Okay, so the demo went well today, for the most part.
Now Ankit and I will be placed into separate teams for the rest of the semester. Hope we'll be able to catch up with our respective reassigned team's progress!
Only she who attempts the absurd can achieve the impossible... and then some.
Ok so, I was walking down the quad of my college listening to music and this guy wanting me to sign some petition was calling out to me but I didn't hear him until he yelled,"YO, LADY!", and I was so startled that I yelled back "WHAT THE FUCK?!", it went dead silent lol.