I wonder how many memories I’m in.
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I wonder how many memories I’m in.
SERGIO WHY ARE YOU MUMBLING?!
I miss you and nobody reads this. I can't tell anybody I miss you so there it is.
Sia’s final album should be titled “Sia Later”
It is wrong to bear children out of need, wrong to use a child to alleviate loneliness, wrong to provide purpose in life by reproducing another copy of oneself.
It is wrong also to seek immortality by spewing one’s germ into the future as though sperm contains your consciousness.
- Irvin D. Yalom / When Nietzsche Wept -
Jewish youth at a dance event in Amsterdam, 1957-58
Leonard Freed: After The War Was Over (via)
American Football - Never Meant (x)
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I fucking can’t stand people who vote or support a government official because they assume they relate or have the EXACT same interests because of their race, or in this case, GENDER. Literally lost a (female) friend because I called Hilary Clinton bullshit. It’s like me voting for a shit mayor (I’m talking to you Los Angeles) because his last name--get this-- souuuunded Latino. He wasn't. Or voting republican because of your loathing of poor people and their “free-loading,"even though you make about ~25k a year. The sour and palpable hypocrisy is fucking real out there and everybody is stupid with opinions.
And for fucks sake can we put climate change higher up on that list? I don’t want to go vegan, but I guess I HAVE TO because cow farts are going to kill our fat ass grandkids.
I SHOULD BE READING FOR BOOK CLUB BUT THIS IS A WAY MORE FUN DISTRACTION.
GO NASA!
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We enter symbiotic relationships in order to get the security we need, in order to get relief from our anxieties, our aloneness and helplessness; but these relationships also bind us, they enslave us even further because they support the lie we have fashioned. So we strain against them in order to be more free. The irony is that we do this straining uncritically, in a struggle within our own armor, as it were; and so we increase our drivenness, the second-hand quality of our struggle for freedom. Even in our flirtations with anxiety we are unconscious of our motives. We seek stress, we push our own limits, but we do it with our screen against despair and not with despair itself. We do it with the stock market, with sports cars, with atomic missiles, with the success ladder in the corporation or the competition in the university. We do it in the prison of a dialogue with our own little family, by marrying against their wishes or choosing a way of life because they frown on it, and so on. Hence the complicated and second-hand quality of our entire drivenness. Even in our passions we are nursery children playing with toys that represent the real world. Even when these toys crash and cost us our lives or our sanity, we are cheated of the consolation that we were in the real world instead of the playpen of our fantasies. We still did not meet our doom on our own manly terms, in contest with objective reality.
Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death (via whyallcaps)
if you think that’s what love’s all about