June 2012
0 posts
May 2012
36 posts
My world falls upon my shoulders, and I’m so underqualified to deal with it all. The weight of it will crush me, but all I can do is keep holding it up the best I can.
I’m a person just like any other. I can’t say that I have answers that will work for anyone else but me. My jaded and half-assed philosophies are written through my experience alone.
For awhile now I’ve been avoiding maximum happiness and, in turn, maximum pain. I try to avoid getting attached to anyone, and my world unfolds in safe, albeit boring, patterns.
This weekend I...
Some people fuck, charm, or kill for a living. It’s nothing personal; just their job.
It’s the idiot customers and victims that make it out to be anything other.
The world spins on regardless of our objections. What has been can never again be, nor can the world be any different then it is today.
I find myself forgetting, idealizing, and imagining things differently in comparison to how they are.
What a waste of energy.
It is nice to forget though. It is nice to imagine a world where everything went so differently; a world with a tomorrow that is...
Me: I think that the tumblr chat post is probably the most under-utilized of all of its posting formats.
Me: Yeah.
He fell out of love into a twisting spiral. A freefall, knowing that gravity is doing its work but feeling none of it. A steady ugly descent into darkness and self loathing.
A person can be driven into strange places as a result of unrequited loves. A place where he can watch his path as if a spectator, a way to isolate his true self from the self he presents. He fills ill at ease and ugly on the...
“It would have started “Once upon a time” and ended “A sad...”
– Haruki Murakami
Being 21.
So… there are some days where I want to go to a store and pickup some booze… but it’s still the afternoon and I feel awkward buying hard liquor at a grocery store. I can buy beer and wine any time of the day just fine, but when I walk into a grocery store, alone, and buy a fifth of liquor… it makes me feel… uneasy.
Luckily there is Bevmo and liquor stores. I...
"We've got no respect for life any more. We act...
I read this in the comments about an article of a British citizen that was caught smuggling several roasted gold covered fetuses for black magic purposes.
I don’t like these kinds of arguments at all. While it is true that the person who was trying to sell these fetuses is doing so for twisted black magic purposes; he is not a representative of the world as a whole. Many people in the world...
Ontological Paradox.
Learning the Song of Storms in Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time is an ontological paradox. You’re only able to obtain the song as Adult Link in the windmill after the well had dried up. However, the angry organ man who teaches you the song informs you that the melody was actually taught to him by a “boy in green”.
You then take the Song of Storms back in time with you and play...
Hres654
A resolution you have probably never head about… it was introduced by California democrats to…
Recognize “the immense impact that Bruce Jun Fan Lee had on American and global popular culture and the important role he played in creating a bridge between cultures, championing values of self-respect, self-discipline, and tolerance in our Nation, and pioneering and cultivating the...
WatchSwanson Vs. Food.
Just a montage of all of Ron Swanson’s food moments from seasons 1-3 of Parks and Recreation.
“Don’t think maximum happiness. Think minimum pain.”
– Joe (via feendish-notions)
I personally like my philosophy.
“Clear alcohols are for rich women on diets.”
– Ron motherfuckin’ Swanson
You know what I don't like?
Phantom tumblr posts.
I hate titles.
Probably because I can never really come up with something that is unique and catchy. Most of the titles for my essays are horribly cliche… but that is neither here nor there.
Just finished another 1000+ word paper for a book that I’ve only skimmed through. I think that it’s actually decent work (less than decent really. It’s just a literary essay)… the book seems to...
Misunderstood lyrics:
Nine Inch Nails / Johnny Cash - Hurt.
“What have I become, my Swedish friend?”
Australian Billionaire to build full scale...
It would supposedly be unsinkable…
Which I would understand, because Australians have to build their whole ship upside-down in the first place.
YUCK YUCK YUCK.
April 2012
31 posts
So.
I got into UC Berkeley. HOORAY.
As a Spring admit. Still hooray.. but… leaves me with new questions to deal with.
I can't seem to get any work done.
So I’m trying to write a two thousand word paper that is due midnight tomorrow night but I can’t seem to get started on it at all. Well, that’s not fair, I’m not really trying. I mean, if I were really trying then I would be probably be writing the paper instead of writing a half-assed tumblr post about how I’m trying to write a paper when I’m really not.
Ugh....
Instagrams from North Korea
taekim:
More photos and original article here.
Very cool. Or not cool… but… well. Fascinating to look at.
Buddhist Rebuttle.
There is liking going on. It is a part of me that feels that way. A liking that leads to attachment. It is attachment that’s the worst part. Once I’m attached I begin to imagine. I imagine possibilities of a world that has never been, and worlds that will never be. I imagine eternity. I get my hopes up, and I expect things to turn out more brilliantly and beautiful than they ever could...
Personal reflection.
You know that strange feeling when you make a decision that you really shouldn’t have? And there’s something in your stomach that sinks to the lowest point that it can be. You start to be filled up with a feeling of dread and desperation for the consequences to come. You forget the reasons why you made that decision in the first place.
…
I ate a whole can of spam today.
I...
WatchWingsuits are cool and all. But this is on a different level.
Also, props to vimeo for having a tumblr share button.
I should stop thinking.
I was peeing in a BCC bathroom today and I noticed that they just changed the urinal cakes. As a result, the whole restroom smelled like tangerines.
And while I wafted in the scent (which I was releasing by peeing onto the cake) I thought to myself, “Women will never know the pleasure of smelling a new urinal cake”.
I caught myself mid-thought. What the hell.
Just something to think...