#that got weird

[timeisasocialistconstruct]

ok but like im watching this chopped x beat Bobby flay tournament and like it’s neat, but in every judging there’s Bobby and then there’s the other two gushing about how a contestant made a mistake that BOBBYYY wouldn’t make like why do we still tolerate this culty crap he’s a person youre a person im a person and not a single one of us is god because we all are.

[thraginsufferable]

On the Highwaymen tour.

Weylon: I don’t know Willie... Are you sure Hank done it this way?

Willie: We are literally singing songs about intergalactic spaceships and Hank Williams died of heat exhaustion in the middle seat of an un-air-conditioned station wagon on tour and nobody noticed for hours so I’m pretty sure that, no, Hank did not do it this way.

Weylon: Okay. But what if he became a highwayman again? Would he still remain?

Willie, to himself: For the love of fuck, will someone just bury me inside a cold grey tomb that knows no sound? No! I’m still fucking around, aren’t I? Again and again and again...

And then Kris Kristofferson shows up in his helicopter shouting about how Stevie Ray Vaughn told him that nothing could possibly go wrong and they should all just get in.

[cursed-youtuber-pics]

[thekastlediaries]

I really hope Frank is in season 3 of Daredevil for a couple episodes too

I NEED THIS SO MUCH!!! (but i keep my expectations low, bc it’s better to have your low expectations exceeded than to have your high expectations absolutely let down, at least with tv shows anyway) I would even take a throwaway line about Karen and the shit she got into with Lewis and Frank, maybe Brett talking to Foggy about Karen’s little “i’m a victim right?” comment, and both of them rolling their eyes, OR maybe we hear the tail end of a one sided conversation karen is having on the phone, and we clearly know she’s talking to frank OR maybe Karen’s a little preoccupied with her own ‘research’ project that she keeps like, shoving into the bottom of her desk or down in her bag whenever matt or whoever pops in, and WE know she’s looking for Frank, or helping him, or i don’t even know, i just need a tiny taste, GIVE ME MY FIX DAREDEVIL

[pens-for-hands]

A bit of advice for today (aka me having a philosophical, existential crisis)

Take a picture of yourself. Take a picture of your room. Of your family. Of your friends. Take pictures of your hometown. Of the things you are proud of and the things you aren’t proud of but are undeniably part of you. 

Record your voice. Laugh. Talk about your hopes, your fears, your stupid thoughts and the smart ones. Sing a song that means a lot to you, even if you don’t have a great voice. Be sure to put all your heart into it and tape it. 

Now, you might think: “Why should I do that? I almost die of cringing when I look at my reflection.” Well, now you are.

Ten - Twenty - Thirty - Fourty - Fifty years from now, you’ll look different, you’ll sound different, you’ll think different. Then you might be going through some sort of self-finding crisis or purpose and personality issues. You might find yourself in a position where you find yourself to be ugly, old-looking, not able to do things you were to when you were younger. 

 Do you get my point?

Talk to your family. Play with your baby brother, at age 10 he might already be unbearable. Play games with your grandparents and listen to that story they always tell you about, you’d want your grandchildren to listen to yours as well right?

Keep your drawings, the good ones, as well as the “bad” ones. One day you might want to look back at those, remembering the emotions that went into that. Don’t be ashamed of expressing yourself to the public. 

And please don’t wait for tomorrow. 

One day, you might think you’d wanted to experiment with your imagination a little more or you’ll wish you’d taken that one little opportunity. Gone to that event, to that concert, on this roadtrip, to that party, to this musical, that play or this one movie you sweared you’d watch sometime else.

Read books you’ve always wanted to read. It’s like procrastinating to study an actually interesting subject and collapsing while crying the night before the test, while you discover that the topic was actually of your interest and now you don’t have any time left to endulge in it. 

“One day - that’s not too soon, is it?” Wrong. Life is short. And that’s very scary if you think about it. So please, don’t waste your days. Don’t push it off to the last minute. 

Live every day as if it was your last one by taking every chance, leaving traces behind for others to discover, leaving memories behind and stories to tell. 

Strive to go down in history. 

Carpe diem, everybody. Cheers.