ignominious art school dropout. christian. husband. father of four. seattle expat. aspirationally humble. mostly right. https://teapawt.org/t.co/V728k5F65w
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Middleton Whittaker retweeted
Ode to a mutual: It’s an adulterated life we live, but one improved by your idiosyncratic you-ness.
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
"Trust me bro, I was in GWOT. Ok, I talked about GWOT. Alright, actually I cheered on others who participated."
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
though it cost all you have,
get understanding
— Proverbs 4 —
come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost
why spend money on what is not bread
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
listen, listen to me,
and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight
in the richest of fare
give ear and come to me;
hear me, that your soul may live
— Isaiah 55 —
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
"I will leave one day, unlikely to return."
[Somewhere not in the Midwest]
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
Fucking do it then. There's other search engines.
And schools can stop buying Chromebooks and Google workspace too. Fuck you.
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
We could've had a great Discourse on cultivating want and desire, the build of anticipation. The push and pull of the dance between a man and woman, but no. A coarse, low resolution view that could be so much more if everyone stopped focusing on sex itself.
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
There is greater Truth to be found in poetry, philosophy, and literature than all the history books in the world.
Facts are not supreme. In Latin, “factus” gives, “having been done/made.” It invokes the idea of material creation. But some things simply Are—and they are the Highest Truths.
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
A good friend once told me about this plan he had if he ever became cognitively impaired in old age. It involved having a bottle of poison with the message, “if you don’t know what this is, drink it til it’s gone,” written on the label. This way he could avoid living with the dementia. My plan, however, involves all of you: If you ever see hide or hair of me on the app known as instagram, i need you to help me out and tell me it’s time for me to kms. Nothing could be more depressing or cooked than a man scrolling reels.
