Quando Ti Fai Quattrocentosettordicimila Chilometri Da Firenze A Napoli In Incognito, Ancora Fresco Fresco

Quando ti fai quattrocentosettordicimila chilometri da Firenze a Napoli in incognito, ancora fresco fresco di trauma, rischiando ogni secondo di venire nuovamente rapito e/o barbaramente ucciso, per pagare il sudato riscatto del tuo dolce nipotino e poi lui con nonchalance ti brucia davanti agli occhi la lettera di cambio

“We often have to explain to young people why study is useful. It’s pointless telling them that it’s for the sake of knowledge, if they don’t care about knowledge. Nor is there any point in telling them that an educated person gets through life better than an ignoramus, because they can always point to some genius who, from their standpoint, leads a wretched life. And so the only answer is that the exercise of knowledge creates relationships, continuity, and emotional attachments. It introduces us to parents other than our biological ones. It allows us to live longer, because we don’t just remember our own life but also those of others. It creates an unbroken thread that runs from our adolescence (and sometimes from infancy) to the present day. And all this is very beautiful.”

Umberto Eco (1932 - 2016, RIP)

Do other wlw ever get tired of shitting on butches I don't think they do

Did you get the hetero validation for not being like one of those mean ugly butches :(

neato: a 13th-century number notation system created by european monks

Am no havin Children

A brilliant Scots poem by @enniesaurus on Twitter