Love for my own self
Inseparably connected with
Love for any other being

Erich Fromm, Art Of Loving

Everybody lookin at you crazy
What you gonna do?

Lift up your head and keep moving
Or let the paranoia haunt you?

Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart
On my sleeve, let the runway start

You know the miserable do love company
What do you want from me and my scars?

Everybody lacks confidence
How many times my potential was anonymous?

So I promise this:
“I love myself!”

Dream of reality’s peace
Blow steam in the face of the beast

The sky could fall down
The wind could cry now

The strong in me, I still smile:
“I love myself!”

Kendrick Lamar, i

I’d imagine God didn’t want to mate with Adam because he’d made him in his image, so that’s just having sex with yourself, which is weird. Plus you can have sex with yourself anyway, using a wank, and then you get to nod off afterward without any awkward conversation, so God wasn’t into that at all.

Why should he be? He’s God. He can probably have sex with himself a million mysterious ways without needing anyone’s help at all.

When it comes to having sex with humans, that’s more the Holy Ghost’s sort of thing for some reason. He’s intangible and smooth, like a newly washed duvet cover, so it’s probably a “bit of rough” sort of thing.

I don’t really want to think about it.

Philomena Cunk, Cunk On Everything