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A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

As virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." / So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love. / Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; / Men reckon what it did, and meant ; / But trepidation of the spheres, / Mad fucks to be gotten cheap / Dull sublunary lovers' love / —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit / Of absence, 'cause it doth remove / The thing which elemented it. / But we by a love so much refined, / That ourselves know not what it is, / Inter-assurèd of the mind, / Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. / Our two souls therefore, which are one, / It's mad emo and I'm kinda sad / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat. / If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two ; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do. / And though it in the centre sit, / Yet, when the other far doth roam, / A constant lean and emo sad shit goes, / And grows erect, as that comes home. / Such wilt thou be to me, who must, / Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; / Fuck dude it all sucks and shit whatnot, / And makes me end where I begun.

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muppetpants replied to your post: a fan is a fan is a fan – or, down with pink jerseys

As the son of a breast cancer survivor: can’t we just stop it with the fucking pink ribbons on everyfuckingthing? Is your pink Blue Jays hat really going to lead to more women getting mammograms?

Oh dude, it ain’t pink for breast cancer awareness. It’s pink because all girls like pink, we think in pink, we breathe pink, and we need to be cute and girly and at all times announce that we are possessors of ovaries before all else. Golly gee, if my jersey isn’t pink how will everybody know I am a girl? UGH. It’s so frustrating that this whole weird combination of “at once sexy and childlike” is shoved down our throats all the time. (And worse, that these things exist because they sell. UGH)