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JiveHonky posted:i took my wife for ice cream at fossilmans ice creamery last nitgh and we sat in a booth together and i even gave her a kiss <3 cute |
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Sep 26, 2016 18:09
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it comes from my boner OP lol
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Sep 26, 2016 18:14
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Nooner posted:it comes from my boner OP lol 
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Sep 26, 2016 18:16
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When you are comfortable enough around your partner to take poo poo with the bathroom door open, you know it's for real. |
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Sep 26, 2016 21:36
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I think my dad is in true love with literally everyone then
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Sep 26, 2016 21:47
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sorry to be so negative itt yall im just not good at dealing with a broken heart i didnt meqn nothing by it
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mrbradlymrmartin posted:sorry to be so negative itt yall im just not good at dealing with a broken heart if you've never said "love is bullshit" you've never been in love imo
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Sep 26, 2016 22:50
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Sep 26, 2016 22:55
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MiracleWhale posted:if you've never said "love is bullshit" you've never been in love imo yeah, if you've never screamed that into the uncomprehending face of a Ronald McDonald statue after getting dumped in the parking lot because you caught your girlfriend blowing her bowling league teammate and didn't take it well, then man you have never lived... ...in the southside of chicago. ---------------- |
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Sep 26, 2016 22:55
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MrWillsauce posted:love is gay Only if you're lucky |
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Sep 26, 2016 22:54
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mysterious frankie posted:yeah, if you've never screamed that into the uncomprehending face of a Ronald McDonald statue after getting dumped in the parking lot because you caught your girlfriend blowing her bowling league teammate and didn't take it well, then man you have never lived... Well, the south side of chicago is the baddest part of town. If you go down there, just beware of a man named Leroy Brown. He didn't know the true nature of love. |
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Sep 26, 2016 23:02
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MiracleWhale posted:if you've never said "love is bullshit" you've never been in love imo thanks 
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Sep 26, 2016 23:03
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Dreddout posted:When you are comfortable enough around your partner to take poo poo with the bathroom door open, you know it's for real. This but then they show it to you and it's bigger than your biggest and you wanna be really mad but instead you're proud of them and a little scared but it's okay because love isn't a competition and no more beef jerky for you Mrs wife. |
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talking in the philosophy book thread reminded me of this quote by Viktor Frankl: A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth—that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way—an honorable way—in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, "The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory...." ---------------- |
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Sep 26, 2016 23:09
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I mean, he's being a bit of a holiday ham about it, but he's got a point.
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I was laying in my couch earlier and my dog walked up and licked my face and then I licked his face back is this true love? I feel like licking is a good way to express it |
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A CISHET SHITLORD posted:I was laying in my couch earlier and my dog walked up and licked my face and then I licked his face back is this true love? I feel like licking is a good way to express it it's p solid but the truest love of all is when you put your head in a lion's mouth
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Sep 27, 2016 06:04
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Dreddout posted:When you are comfortable enough around your partner to take poo poo with the bathroom door open, you know it's for real. It may be real, but if you aren't double-decker making GBS threads it won't last. |
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Sep 27, 2016 09:48
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MiracleWhale posted:it's p solid but the truest love of all is when you put your head in a lion's mouth i feel like licking the inside of a lion's mouth might be a not-so-good idea but if I truly thought that the lion loved me then i would be down |
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A CISHET SHITLORD posted:i feel like licking the inside of a lion's mouth might be a not-so-good idea but if I truly thought that the lion loved me then i would be down i thought lion tamers did it for the love of money
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Sep 27, 2016 16:44
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what if the inside of a lions mouth tastes real good
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Ahundredbux posted:what if the inside of a lions mouth tastes real good Oh, is that why it's so dangerous to put your head inside lion's mouth? If you tasted the inside it would make you yearn for it again and you'd keep trying to stick your head in there but the lion's like "no homie, once is enough, I'm gonna bite your head off " It was a deliberate evolution because people kept sticking their heads in lions' mouths so they couldn't eat. Hmmmm.
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Moon Atari posted:It may be real, but if you aren't double-decker making GBS threads it won't last. Nothing lasts forever. All I know is that I have poo poo today, I shall poo poo tomorrow, and my bodies final action before it expires will be to poo poo. making GBS threads is our only true companion on this journey we call life. |
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Commie NedFlanders posted:self-sacrifice / self-overcoming for another yeah but you're selfless because it creates a state that makes you happy and a security that someone will in turn act selflessly for your benefit. so maybe in the end it's all selfish? like if you found something that made you feel better than that feeling of selflessly loving someone would you trade? idk it's like everything we do is ultimately for our own benefit JiveHonky posted:i took my wife for ice cream at fossilmans ice creamery last nitgh and we sat in a booth together and i even gave her a kiss <3 what's his name? ---------------- |
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i always recall the eriksonian definition of love which is something like - the mutuality of devotion but idk that just seems so simple |
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Dreddout posted:Nothing lasts forever. All I know is that I have poo poo today, I shall poo poo tomorrow, and my bodies final action before it expires will be to poo poo. what about peeing? I'm over the moon for a good pee. ---------------- |
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Mariana Horchata posted:i always recall the eriksonian definition of love which is something like - the mutuality of devotion there's something beautiful about reciprocation. it's the closest thing we have to a perpetual motion machine. if tended well it's an engine that fuels itself
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mysterious frankie posted:talking in the philosophy book thread reminded me of this quote by Viktor Frankl: theres something to be said about an understanding of the divine that stipulates that the essence of god involves comprheneds and exhausts all the modes of love . we need to move from ego-competitive desires, where we are perpeutally stuck between those below us and those above and thus in a limbo of identity, to the empathetic realm where the welfare of others gives us meaning, to the transcendental realm of desire where we most closely touch the edges of the infinity of omnipotent love ---------------- |
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MiracleWhale posted:there's something beautiful about reciprocation. it's the closest thing we have to a perpetual motion machine. if tended well it's an engine that fuels itself this is the law of reality imo. the self perpetuation of love, the endless exploration of the glory of the adoration of the beloved; as st gregory of nyssa described it, he said it was epektasis, an ever and infinite growing of love and knowedge in the light of the beloved that is heaven ---------------- |
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MiracleWhale posted:the truest love of all is when you put your head in a lion's mouth |
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Vladimir Poutine posted:the bible is the real good news read ecclesiastes and tell me tis not profound. weve all heard of jonah and the whale and its a gay story. but is it so gya? no, bc jonah gets eaten by a fish and dies and his body is taken to the very roots of the world where he moulders and is vomited up eventually. no candeles or anything. its a man killed by a fish. ---------------- |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FH2EgYq_NCYOrkin Mang posted:read ecclesiastes and tell me tis not profound. Exodus is dope tho |
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The two facts which attract almost every normal person to children are, first, that they are very serious, and, secondly, that they are in consequence very happy. They are jolly with the completeness which is possible only in the absence of humour. The most unfathomable schools and sages have never attained to the gravity which dwells in the eyes of a baby of three months old. It is the gravity of astonishment at the universe, and astonishment at the universe is not mysticism, but a transcendent common-sense. The fascination of children lies in this: that with each of them all things are remade, and the universe is put again upon its trial. As we walk the streets and see below us those delightful bulbous heads, three times too big for the body, which mark these human mushrooms, we ought always primarily to remember that within every one of these heads there is a new universe, as new as it was on the seventh day of creation. In each of those orbs there is a new system of stars, new grass, new cities, a new sea. There is always in the healthy mind an obscure prompting that religion teaches us rather to dig than to climb; that if we could once understand the common clay of earth we should understand everything. Similarly, we have the sentiment that if we could destroy custom at a blow and see the stars as a child sees them, we should need no other apocalypse. This is the great truth which has always lain at the back of baby-worship, and which will support it to the end. Maturity, with its endless energies and aspirations, may easily be convinced that it will find new things to appreciate; but it will never be convinced, at bottom, that it has properly appreciated what it has got. We may scale the heavens and find new stars innumerable, but there is still the new star we have not found--that on which we were born. But the influence of children goes further than its first trifling effort of remaking heaven and earth. It forces us actually to remodel our conduct in accordance with this revolutionary theory of the marvellousness of all things. We do (even when we are perfectly simple or ignorant)--we do actually treat talking in children as marvellous, walking in children as marvellous, common intelligence in children as marvellous. The cynical philosopher fancies he has a victory in this matter--that he can laugh when he shows that the words or antics of the child, so much admired by its worshippers, are common enough. The fact is that this is precisely where baby-worship is so profoundly right. Any words and any antics in a lump of clay are wonderful, the child's words and antics are wonderful, and it is only fair to say that the philosopher's words and antics are equally wonderful. The truth is that it is our attitude towards children that is right, and our attitude towards grown-up people that is wrong. Our attitude towards our equals in age consists in a servile solemnity, overlying a considerable degree of indifference or disdain. Our attitude towards children consists in a condescending indulgence, overlying an unfathomable respect. We bow to grown people, take off our hats to them, refrain from contradicting them flatly, but we do not appreciate them properly. We make puppets of children, lecture them, pull their hair, and reverence, love, and fear them. When we reverence anything in the mature, it is their virtues or their wisdom, and this is an easy matter. But we reverence the faults and follies of children. We should probably come considerably nearer to the true conception of things if we treated all grown-up persons, of all titles and types, with precisely that dark affection and dazed respect with which we treat the infantile limitations. A child has a difficulty in achieving the miracle of speech, consequently we find his blunders almost as marvellous as his accuracy. If we only adopted the same attitude towards Premiers and Chancellors of the Exchequer, if we genially encouraged their stammering and delightful attempts at human speech, we should be in a far more wise and tolerant temper. A child has a knack of making experiments in life, generally healthy in motive, but often intolerable in a domestic commonwealth. If we only treated all commercial buccaneers and bumptious tyrants on the same terms, if we gently chided their brutalities as rather quaint mistakes in the conduct of life, if we simply told them that they would 'understand when they were older,' we should probably be adopting the best and most crushing attitude towards the weaknesses of humanity. In our relations to children we prove that the paradox is entirely true, that it is possible to combine an amnesty that verges on contempt with a worship that verges upon terror. We forgive children with the same kind of blasphemous gentleness with which Omar Khayyam forgave the Omnipotent. The essential rectitude of our view of children lies in the fact that we feel them and their ways to be supernatural while, for some mysterious reason, we do not feel ourselves or our own ways to be supernatural. The very smallness of children makes it possible to regard them as marvels; we seem to be dealing with a new race, only to be seen through a microscope. I doubt if anyone of any tenderness or imagination can see the hand of a child and not be a little frightened of it. It is awful to think of the essential human energy moving so tiny a thing; it is like imagining that human nature could live in the wing of a butterfly or the leaf of a tree. When we look upon lives so human and yet so small, we feel as if we ourselves were enlarged to an embarrassing bigness of stature. We feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that a deity might feel if he had created something that he could not understand. But the humorous look of children is perhaps the most endearing of all the bonds that hold the Cosmos together. Their top-heavy dignity is more touching than any humility; their solemnity gives us more hope for all things than a thousand carnivals of optimism; their large and lustrous eyes seem to hold all the stars in their astonishment; their fascinating absence of nose seems to give to us the most perfect hint of the humour that awaits us in the kingdom of heaven. ---------------- |
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