when sartre said “hell is other people” he failed to mention that heaven is also other people
Sartre said in 1971, “But that’s only that side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other.’ … Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven, on the other hand, is very simple—and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.”
all these gay girls are like “wow i want a big lady to step on me” but where is the love for short girls stepping on you? short girl intimidating you with her presence and body language alone until you fall over and she steps on you?? short girl taking down a girl who’s much taller than her and making her submit??? where’s the love for my shadow of the colossus bitches???
WHERE’S THE LOVE FOR GIRLS LIKE THIS
op this is a very hot concept and your post is valid but did you HAVE to explain this with a gif from penguins of madagascar
the madagascar penguins are yuri, what’s not clicking?
An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden; but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa
A few days later he received this letter from his son:
Dear Pop, Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie
At 6 am the next morning, FBl agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son:
Dear Pop, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best could do under the circumstances. Love, Vinnie