I Am Going To The Estetichian And I Will Come Back As Smooth As A Babies Butt

I am going to the estetichian and i will come back as smooth as a babies butt

The seed of Good

Aeschylus wrote beautiful Tragedies, the heartbreaking ones, where no one is innocent and you can feel the weight of fate in each single line, you can hear the echoes of the people of Athens when they first got to see it, the smell of the candles, the smoke of the pyre, the taste of the blood and the soft red carpet that brought a king straight to slaughter.

That being said, he thought that Evil was a seed, long, long ago someone committed something so unspeakable that even the gods screamed in horror and cursed the bloodline. Now that seed of evil, that mark , that tainted blood needs to be awoken to act, is a inclination not a sentence, humans do have free will after all. Agamenon didnt have to kill his daughter, he chose to, his wife didnt have to kill him, she chose to.

I like to think that good works like that to. Long ,long ago, someone committed something so generous and good that even the gods smiled upon them, someone took a child in even if their own children were way to many mouths to feed, and that child grew up and made a gift for the ones who saved him, and now a great-something-daughter, of that family gets to write about it. I hope that that act of kindness left a seed of good in me, i hope i am making the right choices, i am hoping i will get to pass it on on my own children. I hope that one day there will be enough good people that the only acts of true Evil will be left will be the tragedies in a old book.

My dad is a Christian but when at 8,after hearing the story of Isacc and Abraham, i asked if he would do something like that to me he said "No, I love you too much".What is God's love in front of your child?

I like Hector of Troy but also Brutus.

I like the epitome of virtue and loyalty and the traitor.

What does that say about me?

I physically need someone to make me a whump, hurt comfort fanfiction in which Colin and the 1800s Avengers-wanna-be fail to stop the balloon and Lord Debling (we love you plant boy) gets wounded from shielding Penelope. So she starts to take care of him (or at least be there for him and they genuinely fall in love)

I want to hug them, and kiss their heads, and bring them somewhere warm . Somwhere safe where they can lay down,drink chamomile and eat lavender bread and maybe, just maybe, try to forget everything for a moment.