I think tumblr proves you dont need substance, but tits, even tits you’re never gonna touch, sell super, super well...how, cartoony.
Cops aren’t heroes, they’re ex military assholes that couldn’t get a real job thereafter because their only skill was being a bully. They eat/play that hero shit right up too don’t they? It takes a special sorta person to want to be a professional buzzkill. But I suppose it depends on how you define a hero, 90% of the time they’re giving out speeding tickets and breaking every constitutional thing they possibly can, 8% of the time they’re shooting a black person, 1% of the time said black persons like age 15 or under, and 1% of the time they’re saving lives. ( yes I made those stats up you stupid fuck ) My fuckin heroes...
( Claps furiously )
We make an idol of our fear and that idol we call God.
Ingmar Bergman
Are Ancient Astronaut Theorists fucking retards? Yup. I mean, IS it possible that aliens came here in search of gold to repair their atmosphere, because there isnt other gold on non inhabited planets, that they genetically altered our dna so we'd be smart enough to mine their gold, is it possible that they invented theology as a way to employ plausible deniability? That they then left, and never contacted us again, and or monitor us from a distance?
Sure, that’s ALL possible, of course it's also possible I could be a hot redheaded chick in a nuthouse right now banging my head off a wall and I just invented this WONDERFUL persona of mine.
( God damnit, Nappa...)
When you’re lonely, you seek people. You find people, you compromise, you sell your good traits and pretend the bad arent there, an vice versa. When you reach a certain point, you dont care anymore and all your relationships fail, and then you’re lonely for a long time, and then you hook up out of desperation with excuses therein as to why you arent desperate.
And of course those relationships fail, because theyre more about your own problems and less about the people involved therein. Then you stop caring, and die. Some people do this quicker than others. We all start as hot love affairs and end as roomates with benefits, yet we all waste so much time on it.
Id say Humans are 45% concerned with love, 45% concerned with highs, be it drugs or overeating or whatever, 5% regret, and 5% coercive optimism. Maybe if we all stopped lying to ourselves and eachother we could get somewhere..i mean, did you SEE the new walking dead, how amazing, this is a life well spent, the big bang theory, hahahaha, he said something sorta nerdy and there was a laugh track! hahahaha, im gonna eat some popcorn, pretend to read a book to appeal to hipsters, then check my many online dating profiles for a hit, this is me spending my life well, this is me, progressing....
Don’t ever cry for those who want to be cried for, for those who cry for themselves, only cry for those who are unable to do so. You can apply this to any social situation of your choosing.
I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it.
Osamu Dazai
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
William Shakespeare - Hamlet
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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