February 2012
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Beelzebub's Beard: A Phone Call with a Former... →
thetangential: Me: “Hey man!” Sean: “Dunstan…I’ve got a problem.” Me: “Oh?” Sean: “I have 25 students at this technical college. And 19 of them are from completely different countries. So they each make 19 different mistakes.” Me: “Sucka.” S: “It’s like the level below regular…
Feb 29th
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nehzoomey: how do 90% of people on tumblr even go outside without being offended by a blade of grass or something
Feb 29th
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I want to throw myself off a cliff. Not to kill myself, but to feel that sudden horrifying rush of energy that comes with falling 100 ft in the air — being suspended on death. There’s not enough of that in my day-to-day life.
Feb 29th
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“Here’s how my brain works: it’s stupidity, followed by self-hatred, and then...”
– Louis C.K. (via theprospectofvanishingforever)
Feb 29th
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One day I’ll play the piano for my wife. We’ll keep the windows open while the summer rain falls.
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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I should take a break from tumblr; come back maybe when I’ve grown up a little bit. My vacation will be writing on something other than a computer.
Feb 28th
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“And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party   (via acynicalcunt)
Feb 26th
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“The poet is, etymologically, the maker. Like all makers, he requires a stock of...”
– Aldous Huxley (via ninefoldgoddess)
Feb 26th
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“You cannot save people, you can only love them.”
– Anaïs Nin
Feb 26th
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With no offense to any of my current friends, I think I need some new ones. Not to replace, but in addition, so to speak (if that makes any sense). Maybe this is why I have a tumblr? Or why I wasted my time on OkCupid? Anyway, I’m going to start Madame Bovary today, and later go see this man perform downtown: It’ll be a good time.
Feb 25th
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I’m making such a fool of my self.
Feb 25th
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I’m in a group video chat with 6 others - Click to watch or join: http://tinychat.com/futstexastinychatvirginity
Feb 25th
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Hey guys, what’re you doing on this fine Saturday morning? I’m still celebrating a Sabres win, and listening to music, and drunk texting people.
Feb 25th
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“For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth...”
– Ecclesiastes 1:16 - 1:18 (via a-higher-level) In all seriousness, this is the first and only tattoo I’ve ever considered getting.
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Why does the GOP hate Ron Paul? What purpose do they serve in ignoring him? Do they earnestly believe one of the other three candidates will defeat Obama? I’m serious now.
Feb 23rd
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Why is everything such a blessed popularity contest?
Feb 22nd
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How can I be so critical of someone’s writing? Some lyrics posted on facebook, for example, that come off as shallow, working around cliches instead of eliminating them altogether. These kind of thoughts — the almost nauseating rejection to ~art~ — make me feel like such a pretentious asshole. The worst part is when, due to 1,700 or so “friends,” they receive dozens...
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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I ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move...
Feb 22nd
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“It is man who conceives himself, who propels himself towards existence. Man...”
– “Existentialism is a Humanism” Jean-Paul Sartre (via monocled—misanthrope)
Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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“Anxiety strives to become fear, because fear can be met by courage. It is...”
– Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be (39). (via goodandimperfect)
Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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This morning
woke up, 8 o’clock sharp (or a minute before) dropped car off for oil (picking up now) read Rilke two cups of EB tea, barely a spoonful of sugar in each; cream read about Greek bailouts
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Of course, now I have at least some small measure of clarity of mind, right before I go to bed. Thank God for Rilke.
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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“Why should he live? With what in mind? Striving for what? To live in order to...”
– Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Feb 20th
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Hello, Universe.: fuckyeahexistentialism: Do not... →
fuckyeahexistentialism: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, ...
Feb 20th
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“For the thinker, as for the artists, what counts in life is not the number of...”
– William Barrett, writing on Kierkegaard (via theory-to-praxis)
Feb 20th
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I become a foolish human being with any amount of confidence.
Feb 20th
“Think of a hospital. The patients are dying like flies. The methods are altered...”
– Søren Kierkegaard, Attack Upon Christendom (via lukexvx)
Feb 20th
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I wish I could write off good looking women I know. Literally write something so they’ll stop haunting my thoughts. Put them in the language.
Feb 20th
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“People will reblog anything I say.”
– Rumi  (via goleh-yas)
Feb 20th
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The deceitfully clever linguist.: brain-food: I... →
brain-food: I always find it kind of amusing that people actually give negative feed back toward a blog or the person that runs the blog. Because realistically, as a user, we are not paying anybody to entertain, be open, and inspire us. This is a free platform where it costs you nothing to…
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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I have a bad habit of trying to convince myself and certain others that I’m mad when I’m drunk. I don’t know why the hell I do it. It might be part of my clever plan to disguise and justify a lack of confidence as foresight.
Feb 19th
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Trembling Creature
I can’t bear your golden eyes my hands won’t hold them they will slip from sweat and drip from my fingertips down the curve of your shoulder. where do you come from? what do you think? By sight I know nothing but there must be something greater than my effort to see inside you inside me I asked if I was afraid I am. Fear propels you like the wind unwillingly, with unrest, and removing...
Feb 19th
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“How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?”
– Cormac McCarthy; No Country for Old Men (via wordpainting)
Feb 18th
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Feb 15th
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