January 2011
13 posts
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“eat? i’ll eat when i’m dead. wait that’s not how that goes”
– mister ryan ross
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spock: has it occurred to you that there is a certain...inefficiency in constantly questioning me in things you've already made up your mind about?
kirk: it gives me emotional security.
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl « Thought... →
“don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. you with the joyce, you with the nabokov, you with the woolf. you there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. you, who make my life so god damned difficult. the girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. she...
“existentialists are nihilists because they recognize that life is ultimately...”
– how to be an Existentialist, gary cox (via heavydrug)
“see, you think i give a shit. wrong. in fact, while you talk, i’m thinking; how...”
– (via shitmydadsays)
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theyearwas91:
“according to aristophanes in plato’s the banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people,” oshima says. “have you heard of this?”
“no.”
“in ancient times people weren’t simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female or female/female. in other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. everyone was happy with...
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hubert: what would you do if i died today?
chantale: i'd die tomorrow.
Reasons why i don't want to go back to school.
No more late nights and waking up the next afternoon.
Have to do exams and work and homework and EUGH.
Have to pretend to like people.
Can’t stay in my Pj’s all day.
Have to explain that I didn’t revise or do my homework due to being obsessed with a blogging site.
I hate everyone.
Will end up like a zombie within the first week due to a fucked up sleeping schedule.
well. not everyone.
i’m not looking forward to my ‘new year’— which is just going to be like every other one. it’ll be disappointing. i will be bitter by the end, and i will pretend, for just a few minutes, that the next year will be so much better. it’s a never ending cycle— next year, next year, next year, always looking out for next year. always needing next year to be...
i feel nonessential but that’s okay, i guess