I’m actually gonna go with Crates the Cynic; “fuck the polis” is pretty much Cynic philosophy in a slogan. Could be Diogenes or another, but somehow graffiti feels more like Crates. I don’t think Diogenes would bother.
Plus, this is the image of him on wikipedia:
He’s a much better visual match than any of the other Cynics I can think of.
Tribute to my teenage companion! This is one of the fruits of studying 19th century modern art!
Come, green cockatrice!
Come, filthy draught of fire!
Green dancing fiend!
Fire my fierce brain!
Resolve my rotted heart!
Fill me with drunkenness
|—||Gillian Flynn (via mirroir)|
Can you imagine if James and Lily had survived and one day James comes home like “hi love where’s the baby” and she thought he was in his crib so they fREAK OUT but then they hear giggling from the corner and it turns out Harry’s found James’ invisibility cloak and has been sat under it for ages happily cAN YOU IMAGINE IT THE PANIC AND RELIEF AND HAPPINESS
—For more than 200 years we Owens women have been blamed by everything that’s ever gone wrong in this town.
—Is that why people hate us so much, Aunt Frances?
—They don’t hate us, sweetheart. We just… we make them a little nervous.
—Let’s face it, Jet, we Owens women have always created a stir. It all began with your ancestor, Maria. She was a witch. The first in our family. And you, my darlings, are the most recent in a long and distinguished line.
—Is that why they wanted to hang her? Because she was a witch?
—Well, the fact that our Aunt Maria was a bit of a heartbreaker didn’t help. Nor did it help that most of her lovers had wives on the hanging committee. But no, I didn’t think it was either of those reasons. They feared her because she had a gift, a power that has been passed on to you children. She had the gift of magic. And it was this very gift that saved her life. She was banished to this very island with her unborn child growing inside her belly. She waited for her lover to rescue her. But he never came. No one came. In a moment of despair, she cast a spell upon herself that she would never again feel the agony of love. But as her bitterness grew the spell turned into a curse. A curse on any man who dared love an Owens woman.
"Pardon me, Sir, but do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, Count Dracula?" ^_^