January 11th
9:28 PM
9:28 PM
Sooooo this blog is dead.
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Mr. Anderson (in Agent Smiths voice)
I think it’s funny how teachers still call me that and think they are being funny or original when they say it. Seriously that movie came out in like 1999. I’m a senior now, I think I’ve heard it quite a few times growing up.
I know. Like, I hate when teachers call me Mr.McNew. I’m just like “Oh my Gawd, serious?”
Victorian tear catchers. They’re usually used by a widowed bride. Upon the day of the funeral, the widow would collect her tears into this small vial, and all the tears she cried in the first year over the loss of her husband, she would capture in this vial she would wear upon her neck. And on the anniversary of his death, she pours the preserved tears atop his gravesite. It’s beautiful, tragic, and prolongs the suffering for ritualistic purposes. However, it’s quite poetic. If I were ever to loose someone close to me, I would do this.
Basically what the entirety of tumblr has learned today is that even...
Basically what the entirety of tumblr has learned today is that even if you’re a horrible sociopath who tells girls who get raped that they probably deserve it, you can’t fault them if they
1) Are nice to you and your fweeend~
2) Are a sociopath because god guys that’s got to be hard not having empathy so they’re excused for what they’ve done
Jesus christ in a way that’s tumblr social justice to an extreme ‘OH THEY ARE DIFFERENTLY ABLED BECAUSE THEY DON’T FEEL EMPATHY SO ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS THEY DO AR EXCUSED AND IF YOU DISAGREE THAT’S ABLEIST’.
And yeah you can choose whether or not to associate yourselves with them but I mean
The stuff that they do?
This is why we lock people the fuck up.
And this is why someone should report that shit heap and get him the fuck off the internet.
Sometimes, regardless, a horrible person is just a fucking horrible person.
And although I’m not involved in this in any way, watching the people crawl out of the woodwork to defend this person has made me sick to my stomach about the world and people in general.
Fuck, if I can’t even get anyone to stick around and a sociopathic fucker can, what’s the damn point.
I can’t even handle this right now, I’m logging out.
I don’t know what this is in reference to exactly, but this is the mentality of women. At least, the women I know.
It’s so fucked up. This same guy I know in my town has been excused of the horrible things he’s done because he is supposedly a sociopath. And it’s all the fucking girls he has fucked over; they’re the ones defending him.
“He can’t help himself!”
Well I call bullshit on that one. I’ve sat there and listened to the stories he has told.
Just… fuck. Guys like him run this fucking world…
![What you think is funny and what you are willing to make jokes about, not make jokes about. — Stephen Colbert [x]
Then I’m cynical, blunt, not easily phased, and appreciative of the understated.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlqz248tM1qdikhoo1_r5_500.gif)
What you think is funny and what you are willing to make jokes about, not make jokes about. — Stephen Colbert [x]
Then I’m cynical, blunt, not easily phased, and appreciative of the understated.
11:39 PM
I don’t get why everyone misses the 90’s.
11:38 PM
Finally learned how to smile. Kind of?
Putting the Rad in Radcliffe.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Such Great Heights
by Iron & Wine
Such Great Heights- Iron and Wine
Music from this time last year keeps popping up on my dash. Nostalgia.
I would listen to this song, staring at the wall, recounting the many ways that this song didn’t apply.
I would get that numb feeling. That “I’m so fucking lonely and not a goddamn soul cares about that and I just have to deal with it” feeling.
Just staring and thinking of the girl you wanted this with, but knew things would blow up long before she ever has solid feelings for you.
I guess it’s that feeling of trying to remain emotionally flexible when you goddamn know that at any moment, you could snap and pour out all repressed feelings, drowning the person you’ve come to really care about.
