K.C. David

A Cornucopia of low-brow trash

[apriki]

[ledamemangociana]

happy Ides of March all y’all plebeians

REMIND ME TO REBLOG THIS EVERY MARCH 15TH UNTIL I DIE

[kevincharlesdavid]

Not Alive, Just Awake.

I'm Worthless. It's true, I think so, and so does everyone else. No one cares, not my family or "friends". It's my fault, maybe if I was just more interesting, more fun to be around, maybe if I could be useful somehow. It's the worst feeling in the world, knowing no one cares. Knowing you can dissapear today and no one would even notice. You could literally end your own life, and the most you'd get out of it would just be a moment of silence followed by the mundane.

I'm worthless. I wish I had the strength to do everything I want to in life. I wish that the choices I made in life were different. I wish I could play the piano. I wish I went to some sort of after school club. I wish I actually had friends, and them not just use me when they fancy a laugh. Most of all I wish I was on someone's priority list, because the worst feeling is knowing that even the people you've known for the longest and spent the most time with, don't even have you in their top ten.

Depression is the worst feeling in the world. No matter how hard you try, and no matter how long it's been gone for, you always recognize the feeling. There's nothing you can do, it creeps up on you slowly at first, but you can see it already then, and it scares you to no end. Because you know, soon all you can do is distract yourself and try to keep your mind from thinking thoughts of suicide. It's a dark shadow always with you, no one can see it but you; not like they would care if they did. It distorts your vision, makes you envious and wish just for a moment to switch lives with someone else. No matter how much of a bubbly happy go lucky person you are, no matter how much you try and make jokes and make everyone happy, it doesn't work. Cause in the end you can make other people happy, but not yourself.

I try and fight it, as hard as I can, because that's what I've done, all my life has been a constant up hill battle. I tried to ignore being friendless, being without loved ones, being without

purpose, but sometimes it just feels easier to give up. The weight of the world just comes bearing down onto me, and as I try to lift, I get crushed. In the end I'm all alone in my room, in the dark, just browsing the web.

I listen to my favourite song every single day. It makes me happy, it's damn good, and without it I couldn't get through the day. I can put it on whenever, no matter how horrible my day has been, it cheers me up. This song understands me, it's all that gets me through. I haven't listened to it today, I just can’t anymore.

[kevincharlesdavid]

Interesting video where the PBS Idea Channel explores the term gender using Judith Butler and The Sims.

[ishallforeverbeadisneyprincess]

[adrichoux-deactivated20190104]

is this frozen?

[i-lost-my-heart-in-republic-city]

Don’t let them in 

Don’t let them see

Be the old man you always have to be

[kevincharlesdavid]

Dave made a song about what he learned at school, thought I'd share.

[titans-tower]

[thesylverlining]

Can I just say how cool it was that both of these superheroines’ personalities and powers were explored in this episode? And how well it was done?

Starfire was not shamed for being emotional. Her powers come from her emotions.

Raven was not shamed for suppressing her emotions. Her power requires amazing control.

They both. Work. They are both different kinds of strength, and they are both heroic and powerful and good. And they each learned from the other, and helped each other out by seeing from each others’ perspective, and finding the value in their differing approaches! Wow!

Fuck yes, this is how you write super-ladies, okay. There’s more than one way to be a “strong female character.” There’s all different kinds of strength. Why don’t more people GET this?

[kevincharlesdavid]

Many people see happiness in their future; unfortunately we fail to realise the future will never be the present.

[zggamarchive]

[eugenehkrabs]

Trixie Tang breaking down the fundamentals of equality and gender roles

[kevincharlesdavid]

The Urban Nomad

Imagine for a second that life is essentialy a giant field; which at first is composed of nothing but an endless sea of brown dirt. Now everyone starts with their own field and it is yours and yours alone, so to say for your eyes only.

As time goes by and you leave your infant phase and go into early childhood and adolescence the field starts to grow green green grass. The grass being something to symbolize the individuals personality, Not neccesarily the bedrock of a person but damn close to it and definitely the most important part. Obviously the grass looks different for everyone, varying from long untammed wild growth to short trimmed pure green; this to symbolize the individualism in most (this statement applies for all the other objects in the field so I will no longer specify this further).  

As the early stages of life moves on, you begin to create bonds, mostly friendships. This is where the flowers and other fauna grow; adding a type of beauty to the fields in which you frolick but not neccesarily too much substance.

Even later on most likely coming into your early teenage years your relationships and social bonds become stronger. You will still have your flowers scattered throughout, but this are no longer your primary focus and instead more a type of window modeling. Your best friend/(s), romantic partner/(s), and or family bonds build the foundations to your fields. With them come the fields, the mountains, rivers, clouds and the sun. Objects that are in your constant vision as you traverse the field and with whom you aquaint yourself with on a regular basis. This you do willingly as you care for these individuals.

What you have now is your own little field of elysium, you traverse and frolick as you will. The path is layed out paved with brick and stone as you traverse the landscape past the mountains and sea.

But what happens when your close emotional bonds dissapear, and in this case against your will. Say you are in love, and this person whom you love dearly dies or has to leave for some unexplicit  reason; what happens to the field that has taken a lifetime to build?

Giant pits; pits seemingly containing no end as you can stare at them not seeing an end and instead only dark baleful nothingness. This holes serve as the emptyness of that which has been lost. If you only were to love a mere aquaintence with whom you would not neccesarily call to close, these holes would appear on the outskirts of your kingdom. Not neccesarily in vision but with which you can sometimes notice but not pay too much mind to.

Now with a deeper more involved relationship comes the problem. These giant holes appear on your roads, the roads with which you would walk everyday on your daily routine. They would appear in the middle of your path and seemingly block it. At first you will find yourself struck, seemingly incapable of moving forward as this pit blocks you. You sit on the edge staring down wondering what could have been. This can take ages to get over, for you see we as a species are fundementaly survivalists, and we attempt at any cost to get through this problem. Unfortunately some are not cut out to continue, thus plummiting themselves willingly into the pit in an attempt to join those which they have lost. Those of us who make it through this stage of idleness, they eventualy realise a new road needs to be built, one that goes around the pit. The bottomlesss black can never really be destroyed or hidden, it will most likely be with you forever constatnyl reminding you of what used to be. Eventually however we move on, we walk past the pit and try to live with this new path that is set out. Sometimes thinking back, looking and remembring, but never for too long as it is now seemingly just a picture of a time forgotten.

As we keep on walking, maybe even someday our path leads us farther and farther away. These empty crevices of black now only serving as a distant reminder, helping to form who you are today. Someone who has been through much, but someone who will see it through, until the very end. You are, a survivor.

[novur]

[titanbender]

always reblog because best crossover in history 

[norhuu]

This. Always.

[usapotterfan]

76,000 notes

[flomation]

sexuality is confusing so maybe gifs can help

bisexual

asexual

demisexual

pansexual

[kevincharlesdavid]

It won't be you; it'll never be you.

It won't be you; it'll never be you. Every shared laugh, every deep conversation. No matter how hared you try, how much you yearn for it. It won't be you; it'll never be you. You know this to be true. And yet you try, you try and try and try. Until all your thoughts are consumed by rage. When you just want to smash your hands against the wall, again and again and again and again; until all you have left is bone and marrow. And then comes the sorrow, you cry because you know it'll never be you. You creep into your bed tuck yourself under your covers and dream, dream of how you want it to be, but how it will never be. Try to stray from that thought, you can never do so for too long. You accept it and think, you forget the world and try to embrace this reality. And then the morning comes, and you wake up. For no matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter how you change, It won't be you; it'll never be you.                                                      But you can't move on, wake up.

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Muji Dishware

[milkeu]

[kevincharlesdavid]

各種ケーキ

[kevincharlesdavid]

Is this now real life?

Or is this studenten?

Stand in our klassflak.

Drive around our small City.

Open your eyes,

Look down at your books and read,

We're Humanists, we like Litterature.

We also like Languages, History, 

Retorik, Psychology.

No matter how we view things we still respect eachother, eachother.

Krister, made us kill a man,

Put our hands against his back,

pushed him down, infront a train.

Krister, Kant had just begun.

But now we've gone and broken all his rules.

Krister, ohh,

Didn't mean to question our life.

If we don't have free will this time tommorow,

Ponder on, ponder on since everything is pre-determined.

Too late, our flak has come,

Blast music through speakers.

Thirteen students sing along.

Goodbye, Sundsta, We've got to go,

Gotta leave it all behind to face Uni.

Sundsta, ohh (anyway the line goes),

We don't wanna go,

We sometimes wish we'd failed in every class.

I see a little silhouetto of our teacher.

Carinna, Carinna, will she do another Carinna?

She leaves the classroom.

Very, very often she.

(sixty four) Sixty four.

(sixty four) sixty four.

sixty four ninety two

Infinity!

We're just some humanists, nobody knows us.

There just some humanists from G one two one

Please preserve their room from Sam Beteende.

Must go, must go, will you forget them?

Kent Fredholm! No, we will not forget him. (Forget him!)

Brita B! we will not forget her. (Forget her!)

Fredrik M! We will not forget him. (Forget him!)

Will not forget them. (Forget them!)

Never, never forget them

Never forget them, oh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, Susan B, Susan B, (Susan B, has let us go).

S-Ä-G has a graduation prepared for us, for us, for us.

Time has come for us to stand and sing on this flak!

Cause it's time for us to move and fulfill our dreams!

Oh, future, time for us to go, future,

Time to move on, time to move right outta here.

(Hum, Kult, Hum Språk)

We all really matter,

All of us agree.

We all really matter.

We all really matter to eachother.

(Anywhere the line goes)

[thingsmakemelaughoutloud]

Got this for my psych major boyfriend. »

[kevincharlesdavid]

In other less serious news, this song is currently stuck in my head and it's freaking awesome. Essentialy generic and not too out there but it does what it does really freaking well.