One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

One must imagine Sisyphus beaming with joy.

One must imagine Sisyphus, labouring up his hill, steady step by steady step, wearing an uproariously funny hat.

One must see Sisyphus, giggling to himself with unbridled glee, pushing his boulder up the merciless incline of his hill in Tartarus, clapping with simple childlike delight as it rolls back down to the bottom and one must think to oneself "gosh, look at him go. Now there's a fella who's got some job satisfaction."

One must look at Sisyphus, Sisyphus smugly rolling his stupid boulder up his stupid hill and one must then be struck by a sudden violent envy.

One must glare at Sisyphus, one must not blink not even once as one stares with murderous intent into the small of Sisyphus's taut and rippling back muscles.

One must plan, yes, one cannot act too quickly on these things, that is how one makes mistakes, and one MUSTN'T make mistakes, not now, not with so much on the line.

One must walk as quietly as one can, holding one's breath so as not to alert that gibbering FOOL Sisyphus to one's approach. One must find a rock of one's own, a sharp rock, a heavy rock, and one must STRIKE. ONE MUST STRIKE ONE SOLID BLOW AGAINST THE BACK OF SISYPHUS'S HEAD. ONE MUST FOLLOW HIM TO THE GROUND, WRAPPING ONE'S HANDS AROUND HIS MUSCULAR THROAT AND ONE MUST SQUEEZE. ONE MUST WATCH UNTIL THE LAST FLICKERS OF LIGHT LEAVE THE HATED SISYPHUS'S EYES, ONE MUST BE THOROUGH, ONE CAN NOT AFFORD TO STOP NOW.

Now.

Now one must stand, and one must not gaze upon the rictus grin of Sisyphus's ungrateful corpse. One must take and don the late Sisyphus's uproariously funny hat, and then, and ONLY then, may one have the boulder for oneself.

One must imagine oneself happy.

(Camus et al.)

OKAY

Fine.

I guess then one must imagine the roughness of Sisyphus's work-ed palms.

If that is what one is really adamant about, then I SUPPOSE one must trace the aching lines of Sisyphus's knotted back with one's lips.

One must, IF ONE IS REALLY GOING TO BE SO INSISTENT, whisper a quiet and most tender praise into the rugged curves of resilient Sisyphus's neck, and one must note with silent revery the each and every landslide shiver echoing deep from the strain-ed bones of golden Sisyphus

I GUESS

IF THAT IS WHAT ONE IS SURE ABOUT

One must do some crazy freak shit to the turgid hog pole of buxom Sisyphus

One must make sloppy on Sisyphus's massive boulders with wild and destructive abandon

One must choose one's battles as one might choose one's hill to die on

One must consider, in these moments, both the carrot AND the stick, and one must slobber greedily on each with equal parts unbridled love and transcendent rage

My 51 year old therapist mother LOVES Pokemon go

reblog to make your blog smell like cinnamon and warm brown sugar

"no kink in public don't walk your partner on a leash where other people might see" and just let him run into the fucking road??????

Thursday the 2

Forgot to close a parenthesis and now spirits enter me like a waterslide

guy in a pup hood and a leather jacket with a back patch reading SERVICE DOG

I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

but no one can ever know cause that's embarrassing

creating a bare-bones socialist compound for your Sims to live in as radical praxis

therapists saying you're surprisingly self aware is like being called a pleasure to have in class for adults

being led by the collar like a lamb like haha hey this is awesome i love spending time with you. where are we going btw

“Kill them with kindness.” Of course. Just make sure you do kill them.

I think it's important to let guys be gender non conforming without telling them they're a girl, cause actually misgendering people is still shit even when you are pro trans. "You're a girl, an egg waiting to crack, and that's ok" how about you are a boy and a man and it's still ok if you want to do something that doesn't align with traditional ideals of your gender. You can still be he/him in a skirt and makeup.

"If you wear pink/like floral scents/write with gel pens/whatever then you're a girl" is not the progressive statement that some people think it is.

tom nook isnt a landlord oh my god. u dont pay him rent. u pay him to build ur house. thats it. the bill is for ur house. it is not monthly. it is not rent. it is a bill for the literal construction of ur house and unlike real life theres zero interest on the loan and u never have to repay it in order to progress thru the game. simply the fact that nook builds the damn thing for u without even needing proof that u can or will pay him back is incredible. how is he the bad guy.

“yeah but i have to pay him back if i want to get a bigger house—“ Sometimes We Must Exchange Video Game Money For Video Game Goods And Services. literally wht universe is it common for games to just hand u all free shit n upgrades. it is so easy to pay nook back on day one. go catch some gd common butterflies

trying your best does not mean putting an unbearable amount of strain on yourself.