[kadoriakc]

I started to get tired 4 hours ago but my best friend started having an anxiety attack and texted me. She’s feeling better now though so I’d say it was worth it.

[kadoriakc]

The reason i hate strong emotions.

Okay so here's the thing. For me all strong emotions manifest themselves as tears. ALL OF THEM. So what happens is that I'll be really sad or angry or something and the gates open and tears pour out. Now that's just the start of it. From a young age I've hated being pitied and when I cry that's all I get which frustrates the heck out of me and just makes me cry harder to the point that it just turns into hiccuping sobs and I have to try and calm myself down and stay calm all while silently seething because people are giving me that look. Like oh you poor thing you.

[kadoriakc]

I've never been a drinker. Always said I'd never get drunk, but if there were ever a day or even a moment, this would be it

[kadoriakc]

They said they were doing okay... but dad slept on the couch again today.

[kadoriakc]

Friend: "I'm an asshole." * pays for entire outing despite my protests and demands a hug before I leave.* Yep you're a real asshole. I totally believe you.

[kadoriakc]

You act like I didn't see this coming. Like the months of conversations so carefully executed but so painful they were like walking on broken glass weren't an indicator. That sleeping on the couch was something that all happily married men did. I'm not an idiot dad. Don't think that I didn't know that the only thing keeping the two of you civil was me. That I didn't hear the harsh words when you thought I was busy. I heard, I noticed, and the word divorce was never far from my mind. So don't think that I didn't see this coming. I saw it. Sadly that doesn't make this any easier either.

[kadoriakc]

I'd always felt bad for kids with divorced parents and here I sit about to become one of them.

[kadoriakc]

Just this year I graduated from high school and in a month or so I'll be moving on to college and while I'm really excited for that I'm also worried. I'm not worried about college let's just get that out of the way. No I'm worried about my parents. You see in the last few years their marriage hasn't been the best. My mom's ex boyfriend Gary (recently divorced and a nice guy really!) moved to our town and my mom formed a friendship with him. This understandably made my dad uncomfortable and they've had many fights about him. On top of this we recently ended up in financial trouble. My mom blames my dad and really he probably could have done more to prevent this problem but it is what it is. So between Gary and almost losing our house there hasn't been a lot of positive emotions between them recently and I think the only reason they don't scream at each other most of the time is because here I am sitting in the living room looking between the two of them and when I'm gone there will be no buffer. I am their youngest child and the last one living with them. Without me here I'm afraid of how heated these arguments might get and I'm afraid of how far they'll go when there's no child to remind them what their love can create...

[archiemcphee]

Elementary school students at Bridge Farm Primary School in Bristol, England recently voted to rename one of their houses after Banksy (previously featured here). While they were away from school on a short holiday break the famously elusive street artist surprised them by painting this playful mural on his namesake building. He also wrote them a pretty great thank you note:

“Dear Bridge Farm School, thanks for your letter and naming a house after me. Please have a picture, and if you don’t like it, feel free to add stuff. I’m sure the teachers won’t mind. Remember, it’s always easier to get forgiveness than permission. Much love, Banksy.”

Photos by Jon Kay

[via Colossal]

[kadoriakc]

I took a break from reading Game of Thrones to read The Lord of the Rings. What am I doing with my life?

[kadoriakc]

You couldn't have known that this wide eyed girl who'd never been kissed could be the cause of your destruction. That her pink lips could turn the color of your blood and that those cautiously stepping converse could be traded in for sharp black heels that were all the better for stomping you with. You couldn't have known that with the right amount of confidence those inviting eyes could turn so hard with arrogance. That her sweet shy little smile could become a condescending smirk. You couldn't have known that nurture would turn her into a monster. That her smoky eyelids were a preview of what she'd leave you with. You couldn't have known that lashes that hid averted eyes could be so black. She was only the soft light from the lantern until you broke her out and now she leaves ashes in her wake. But you couldn't have known that holding her like that could break the glass. You'd always loved playing with fire until you learned just how much those burns could hurt. You set a fire you couldn't put out and now everything's burnt.

[kadoriakc]

A conversation with my best friend about a guy. "He says he's willing to give it another shot." "..." "Are you going to kill someone?" "No. It's progress." "Aren't you mad at me?" "I'm not. I just want you to be happy. If you think you can work it out and be happy go for it." "I'm so thankful for you. Everyone else is mad at me but you're still supporting me." "I don't ever want you to feel like everyone is against you for doing something you think will make you happy." "That is what it feels like right now. But I'm just going to do what makes me happy." I want you to be happy. You're my best friend. But I don't think it'll work. I think he'll break your heart for a third time. The truth though is that I don't want you to feel alone. The truth that I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting you on this. You're set in your opinions on the situation. Might as well make sure you don't make it worse. Make sure I don't make it worse. If I'm crying over being at odds with you and nothing else is happening to me how can it possibly be affecting you? I don't need to add to that stress. Now understand I still think you're making a mistake but I've made my peace with it. It's your choice.

[timelocked]

[lordjadeharley-deactivated20130]

Is it too early to start reblogging this or?

[salty-disposition]

Its never too early to start reblogging this

[brokeyuppiepunk]

I love how one set was not enough for him

[toriandrelativedimensionsinspace]

Just a warning, I will be reblogging this every time I see it for the next week.

[ebookporn]

Art is pointless…

[kadoriakc]

Recently I’ve really been wondering what kind of life I could possibly have as an artist. Thinking being an artist couldn’t possibly be a real option. I think I really needed to see this.

[briarwulf]

I laminated a paper towel

[sookybrat-deactivated20221020]

why does this have 31 thousand notes

[glitterorgy]

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

[heckyeah-horseshoecrabs]

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

I D K

[bluejinxx]

Write. A. Book.

[heckyeah-horseshoecrabs]

What if I did write a book

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

paper towels

[roman-rory-fallen-angel]

I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT

[dewchan7865-deactivated20190406]

This messed me up.

[kadoriakc]

This isn't important I just need to rant.

Okay. So my world is kinda falling apart right now. Well maybe that's dramatic. No one has died or anything. Well this is how it started. My brother moved our a while ago and went to live with his girlfriend and a friend of his. It was going well until my brother decided to be a jackass and break up with the poor girl because he said she was too clingy. It was fine for a bit. Then she started seeing someone else. My brother realised what he had lost. They had multiple fights and it seemed like they were okay again but they weren't technically together. She went off and started hanging out with that other guy to make my brother mad. There was more fighting and crying from both parties. Now they're back together but none of us trust it to last. Except my brother of course. He wants to give her a promise ring. Now during all of this my best friend who moved a couple years ago got into a relationship of her own. Only problem is that her boyfriend was a player if I ever saw one. He surprise surprise broke her heart. She would not let it go. She kept texting him and calling him and just hurting herself more. This kid entered into a relationship 3 days after they broke up but she would not move on. Now he's changed his mind. He's decided to get back together with her. Doesn't matter that he's an asshole she's giving it another shot. Now let me back up. Way back. 76 years ago my grandpa at the age of 15 started up a septic tank buisness. When he was old enough my dad took over said business. His brother still owned part of it though and my dad has been paying him off for years. Now a while back we ran into a little financial trouble and had to sell the property. The business was still run off of it but it wasn't ours anymore. The guy who bought the property recently kicked us off because we weren't 'clean enough'. He's a piece of shit. Anyways so my dad is looking for a place to move his business. It wasn't a huge deal. There were lots of places he could go but it put us in a tight place financially. You remember me telling you my dad was paying off my uncle right? Well my uncle is also a piece of shit. He doesn't have a real paying job. He's about to lose his house. Because of our financial problems we couldn't pay what we owed him this month. The collateral for that is the majority of the equipment needed to keep the business running. He has decided that instead of getting a fucking job like a decent person he's going to take that equipment and sell it. Now my dad may no longer have a job and on top of that my uncle is destroying the business my grandfather started. Now because of all this my parents are stressed. Because they're stressed they keep fighting. With their yelling I can't concentrate on anything. My grades are dropping. I might not graduate. If I don't graduate all my friends will move on and go to college without me and I'll be a disappointment to my family. I don't know what we're going to do. I'm sorry for the long post I just really needed to get that out.

[kadoriakc]

You'll Van know when it's a Van Gogh.

Kyle