#fipster

[fuckermcfucker]

Τι ειδους secret episode του αχβαχ ειναι το 84;

Επισης, το οτι κανεις δεν αναφερει τιποτα για τον μαλακα τον 1ο που εβγαινε με την 17χρονη με εκανε να νιωθω τρελη

[ola-mia-idea-einai]

ΕΓΩ

[celestial-bodies]

Yo...waddup wit des fandom blogs h8-10 on des hipster bloogs. Dey jus liek shoes nd moon nd shit. Im lyke a fandom & hipster bloog. I'm lyke..... Fipster. Or lyke..... Hipdom I ship it yo....we cool?

[theaquarium]

counterculture crap

I was brooding before it was hip. 

In eighth grade, after reading The Sun Also Rises, the world dulled. I still had my friends, the same ones who I played truth or dare with, who came over my house to watch Rush Hour 2, and who witnessed my first kiss, but suddenly I was too preoccupied to 'chill'. I was too preoccupied is a euphemism for I was too pretentious. 

I didn't feel superior to anyone. I still don't. It's my inferiority that fueled and still fuels my ego. When I started reading Bukowski and watching ancient 20th century films and going to art museums everything mundane became unimportant. 

It was a sort of internal cultural revolution and I lost friends as a result. None of them outwardly hated me. I still hope they don't, but I just drifted. 

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I graduated high school last week and I wish I was in Hot Tub Time Machine. My four years of melancholy, and self-inflicted torture left me with what? So I write a lot of crap, and read a lot of classics, and watch art-house films, but I have nothing to look back on. I didn't go clubbing or drink Corona's when it was fashionable. I wasn't invited to getty's or beach dates. I abandoned the 'jew crew' in middle school, and they in turn excluded me. 

I'm not pitying myself. I had friends. Friends who accompanied me to the drive-in, who had conversations about existentialism with me, friends who knew who Joe Biden was. Still, I wish I could have been more reckless and loose. Sometimes the intellectuals and thinkers and humanists or whatever tire me. I'm jealous of the people who don't know what the Louvre is and who only pop bars because it's trippy and fun and not because the anxiety is unmanageable. 

All I want to do is go back and play a game of beer pong. I want to drink out of a red cup and forget what Hemingway said about living a fulfilling life in our colorless world. 

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

No. Now lets get fucked up. 

[kittennugget-blog]

summer of 08.  so much hair.