#a paraphrase

[mirdania]

me: i'm telling someone about this thing.

celia: you should post about that irl.

me: post it...irl? you mean...tell you about it...in person?

celia: i guess that's what that's called.

[what-is-this-i-dont-even]

The radiation from the computers is killing my eyes I love it - Lil B

[liliesofpur-i-ty]

the melancholy of persistant and ceaseless resistance or the lightness of resignation

in interrogating the present state of the world’s decay and disintegration, tireless scrutiny for a semblance of meaning, the world did not become adjunct to my intellect, but i became the world’s prisoner

the world was not meant to have a point, if anything it was meant for the express purpose of not having a point -- to say that the world is decaying is to say that there was an element of good that persisted -- the world had not decayed or disintegrated under its own pressure -- there was not a previous state of rectitude or uprightness -- the chaos is eternal

i abjure thought -- i will rely only on the inexpressible joy of my renunciation

[holycityfangirl]

Michael: I have John Cena's entrance music stuck in my head now.

Mira: What if those are the horns Jesus comes back to?

Michael: *begins singing* You can't see me, my time is now.

[cloudneyene]

In a relationship, you can choose to see what's right or what is wrong. Usually what is wrong is very small, unless you choose to look at it [to give it attention], in which case it can and will magnify.

Victoria Olsteen