Throwing rocks at the window

Sometimes I'm deep, sometimes I'm funny. Either way, this is all me. Welcome to my brain.


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bonelessbuffalochicken:

"You’re gonna do great today"

bonelessbuffalochicken:

"You’re gonna do great today"

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jenniferlawreence:

God bless Bo Burnham

jenniferlawreence:

God bless Bo Burnham

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humansofnewyork:

"What’s the most important thing your mother has taught you?"
“If you buy food, you should always eat it with someone else.”

(Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s the most important thing your mother has taught you?"
“If you buy food, you should always eat it with someone else.”

(Kampala, Uganda)

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Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man. (via krakenguts)

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glumshoe:

This was my chemistry professor.

glumshoe:

This was my chemistry professor.

(via noteverythingiswhatitseems-)

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emmyandsuch:

This is the line that has gotten me through life.

emmyandsuch:

This is the line that has gotten me through life.

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creatingaquietmind:

 

kenyatta:


His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.
"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.
Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.
Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)
h/t @mememolly

creatingaquietmind:

 

kenyatta:

His name, he revealed, was Christopher Thomas Knight. Born on December 7, 1965. He said he had no address, no vehicle, did not file a tax return, and did not receive mail. He said he lived in the woods.

"For how long?" wondered Perkins-Vance.

Knight thought for a bit, then asked when the Chernobyl nuclear-plant disaster occurred. He had long ago lost the habit of marking time in months or years; this was just a news event he happened to remember. The nuclear meltdown took place in 1986, the same year, Knight said, he went to live in the woods. He was 20 years old at the time, not long out of high school. He was now 47, a middle-aged man.

Knight stated that over all those years he slept only in a tent. He never lit a fire, for fear that smoke would give his camp away. He moved strictly at night. He said he didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead. He’d not made one phone call or driven in a car or spent any money. He had never in his life sent an e-mail or even seen the Internet.

(via The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit)

h/t @mememolly

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But you must have thought about things," I said. "About your life, about the human condition."

Chris became surprisingly introspective. “I did examine myself,” he said. “Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.”

That was nice. But still, I pressed on, there must have been some grand insight revealed to him in the wild.

He returned to silence. Whether he was thinking or fuming or both, I couldn’t tell. Though he did arrive at an answer. I felt like some great mystic was about to reveal the Meaning of Life.

“Get enough sleep.

The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit

"That was nice. But still, I pressed on, there must have been some grand insight revealed to him in the wild.

hahaha.

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wailtothethief:

Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.

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neyruto:

a dystopian novel about some guy who works in the government and is just trying to get by while some shitty kids try and overthrow society

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hobolunchbox:

Life in a tourist town.

hobolunchbox:

Life in a tourist town.

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authorsarahdessen:

elysemarshall:

hermionejg:

FOREVER REBLOG

Seconded.

YES.

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pastel-gizibe:

perpetualvelocity:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

i feel like this is older than me

WowLook at this relic

Fucking fossil lol

pastel-gizibe:

perpetualvelocity:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

i feel like this is older than me

Wow
Look at this relic

Fucking fossil lol

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vangoghsdaughter:

"Stop worrying what other people think about you"

wow I’m suddenly cured of 18 years of being socialized to do that exact thing thank you

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