May72012
This is the most hilarious thing I’ve seen in quite a while.

theworstthingsforsale:

Making fun of self-published books is like finding lonely people at an Internet forum meetup. It’s not hard, and you can end up being mean to someone who just needs a hug.
The reason I wanted to highlight the book “Caffeine Killed My Family: Best Free Cure since Jesus Christ Himself” is for the author biography. Feel free to click on the title to read the author’s explanation of how caffeine detectors can save the human race, but this is the important part:

The author [ … ] would have gotten into medical school with 4.0 average. She is an athlete. She is good at eleven sports. She can also sing.

This is the most hilarious thing I’ve seen in quite a while.

theworstthingsforsale:

Making fun of self-published books is like finding lonely people at an Internet forum meetup. It’s not hard, and you can end up being mean to someone who just needs a hug.

The reason I wanted to highlight the book “Caffeine Killed My Family: Best Free Cure since Jesus Christ Himself” is for the author biography. Feel free to click on the title to read the author’s explanation of how caffeine detectors can save the human race, but this is the important part:

The author [ … ] would have gotten into medical school with 4.0 average. She is an athlete. She is good at eleven sports. She can also sing.

March212012
Tonight, I’m going to revisit being 14 years old and it’s going to be AWESOME. Mindless Self Indulgence is in town once again, and I will be there screaming and bouncing around like it’s 2007 all over again. Braces and socially awkwardness, here I come.

Tonight, I’m going to revisit being 14 years old and it’s going to be AWESOME. Mindless Self Indulgence is in town once again, and I will be there screaming and bouncing around like it’s 2007 all over again. Braces and socially awkwardness, here I come.

March22012
Well, this gal is going to Iowa. I expect to see a lot of corn, tractors, and Mexicans. YEEHAW SPARKY! This is going to be a fun, flat ride. 

Well, this gal is going to Iowa. I expect to see a lot of corn, tractors, and Mexicans. YEEHAW SPARKY! This is going to be a fun, flat ride. 

February192012
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BRANDON BOYD! 36 eh? Still young but with much experience and wisdom under your belt. You’ve written many words that have both inspired me and brought to my attention that I’m not the only human who believes the things I do. A true artist, no question. I aspire to be half the master of words you are.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BRANDON BOYD! 36 eh? Still young but with much experience and wisdom under your belt. You’ve written many words that have both inspired me and brought to my attention that I’m not the only human who believes the things I do. A true artist, no question. I aspire to be half the master of words you are.

February102012
“You better take care of me, Lord. If you don’t you’re gonna have me on your hands.”
Today, I successfully completed Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, both novel AND film. Remarkably satisfying, I must say. I haven’t been that engrossed in a story for a long while, and I needed it. The perfect escape into a life unlike mine. I guess in a metaphorical sense, similarities are present. There’s a resemblance between Raoul Duke and myself, crazed writers searching for something beyond what they’ve already seen. But I’m not nearly as ballsy or comical, which is a given. Oh Hunter S. Thompson, there is a part of me that wants to be you…or the you you were before your death anyway. And Johnny Depp, you still look wonderful even as a baldy. Mission: SUCCESS!

“You better take care of me, Lord. If you don’t you’re gonna have me on your hands.”

Today, I successfully completed Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, both novel AND film. Remarkably satisfying, I must say. I haven’t been that engrossed in a story for a long while, and I needed it. The perfect escape into a life unlike mine. I guess in a metaphorical sense, similarities are present. There’s a resemblance between Raoul Duke and myself, crazed writers searching for something beyond what they’ve already seen. But I’m not nearly as ballsy or comical, which is a given. Oh Hunter S. Thompson, there is a part of me that wants to be you…or the you you were before your death anyway. And Johnny Depp, you still look wonderful even as a baldy. Mission: SUCCESS!

February92012

This song gives me the warm fuzzies. It’s one of those songs that you can listen to on any type of day, at any time in said day, and it will fulfill you. I’d say my favorite is on a long stretch of road with an explosive sunset in my view. Truly amazing.

12AM
I miss my boyfriend. There’s only 20 minutes separating us and it’s been barely 48 hours since we last saw each other, but I miss him. There just aren’t any other talks like the ones we have. Call me a pathetic, hopeless girl, but that’s just the way it is.

I miss my boyfriend. There’s only 20 minutes separating us and it’s been barely 48 hours since we last saw each other, but I miss him. There just aren’t any other talks like the ones we have. Call me a pathetic, hopeless girl, but that’s just the way it is.

12AM

Late Night Light Bulbs: Less Than 10 Percent

Sometimes, and more often than not, I cannot begin to grasp how extraordinary the human mind is. As a species, humans are capable of doing unimaginable things, but so few actually use the part of their brains that allow them to do so. Our imaginations and psyches are indescribably fascinating. And yet the majority of people I pass along my journey through life are two-dimensional. What is it that makes them so out of tune with themselves? Do they block their minds from thinking, for lack of a better term, out of the box? There should be no fear of exploring the depths within oneself. That’s the primary characteristic that distances myself and those I hold closest to me from general society. We breathe questions, analysis, observations, and theories. We push the limits of our brains to constantly learn about ourselves and the life engulfing us. The reasons this cannot be said about everyone walking this earth are unfathomable to me. What would stop one from desiring such? The fear of facing the grim realities? The need to be considered normal? Or just simply the art of doing things at their minimum capacities? Are people too lazy and/or busy to think anymore? Humans have traded their flesh and bones for engines and wires. Emotions are scarce, honesty is forced, and greatness is diminishing. True greatness to me is being in tough with the soul inhabiting your body and having no fear of sharing what is possesses. Tell a person how you feel about them, regurgitate an interesting fact you learned, discuss a thought you’ve been pondering about with another. That is what I admire; individuals whose true thoughts never cease and who grace others with their ideas. These people are artists, inventors, innovators, and philosophers. They are the type that are often ridiculed for their “unusual” ways of approaching and acting on things, merely because most of the world’s population chooses to take the shortcut. This is why we are accomplishing less as a country with each passing year. This is why copy-and-paste suburban towns are becoming more common than diverse cities, why fads are becoming epidemics, why the radio plays the same five “hits” on repeat day in and day out. We’re developing a phobia of thinking for ourselves. There’s an infinite number of excuses we could use for this, ranging from technology to the government, but ultimately it lies within our personal beings. We’re lacking culture, class, and understanding. Truthfully, I can’t say I believe it will ever change. It will worsen until eventually everyone will become spineless drones, living in identical homes, and wearing government issued uniforms. The earth will be blanketed by a sheet of grey clouds, white plumes bellowing out toward the heavens from the numerous towering smokestacks, and in the end it will be the perfect setting and character lineup for a Lois Lowry novel. Sounds more like “The Twilight Zone” to me, but who asked? I’m just one of those liberal free thinkers who believes in aliens and the self destruction of the human race. A looney bird like me can’t be trusted.

February82012
Need…more…tattoos…to…continue…breathing…going…through…withdrawal…

Need…more…tattoos…to…continue…breathing…going…through…withdrawal…

4AM

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Records and of course the record player to accompany them.

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