“I wanted to see exotic Vietnam… the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture… and kill them”
what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything just flat skin and then once
you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and several days later you find out that for your entire life
he had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make two gigantic hickeys
where your nipples should be because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason just so you would fit in
god bless you dad
“If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice. Ha ha ha!”
(via athazagoraphobia-x)
Lights Out: The mind-warping animated music video for Birdy Nam Nam’s “The Parachute Ending,” produced by Will Sweeney and Steve Scott, has been described as “trippin’ amazeballs.”
These are likely to be the most bizarre three minutes of your day.
[coilhouse.]
(via drbendo)
Fuck you and your faux cultural superiority
“When X happens, it makes Y look like Z.” I hate this device. It requires three independent items of pop culture knowledge, and makes you feel like a tool if you lack even one. It’s lazy too, because you can appear well-informed by referencing any obscure factoid, without having to actually know anything about pop culture. I don’t know, it just irritates me. That will conclude this drunk post.
Famous Last Words x
(Source: findsomehoodoopriest, via telescopeperceptions)
Be ever curious.
Is anyone else routinely baffled by the lack of curiosity apparent in today’s youth? Unless information is served up on a silver platter, we don’t bother with it. The internet has trained us that all the knowledge we could ever need is only a Google search away, so we no longer care about gathering it for ourselves. Even more upsetting; we no longer care whether our information is correct. Countless times, every day, I see things that have obviously been reposted with little or no thought, because they sound good. Little “facts” and stories, that are clearly flawed or outright false, spreading like wildfire because nobody knows any better and no-one cares enough to check. We live in a scientific golden age, technology is advancing at breakneck speeds, and yet there are adults who believe that blood is manufactured in the liver and that Africa is a country. These are not controversies, conspiracy theories or superstitions, I’m talking about simple, verifiable, common knowledge that has just disappeared from our cultural awareness. It would be too easy to pick on religion or the superstitious, but they aren’t even the worst offenders. Maybe I had it better, growing up in a household with two parents in scientific careers, but I learned how the body worked, and how the world around it worked, at a young age. My parents taught me to ask questions, and to read voraciously, so that I could answer my own questions when they could not. I don’t know if that was or is a common trend among parents, but I feel very strongly that it should be. Curiosity means not accepting ignorance; it means not being okay with not knowing something. Being curious means being skeptical, and yet open to new information. Being curious means, to me at least, being a participant in the world rather than just an idle passenger. So, next time you post an interesting tidbit about brain chemistry or the history of Austria, maybe take a minute or two to fact-check, you might actually learn something. Hell, you might find you like it.
“I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every panda who wouldn’t screw to save his species. I wanted to dump oil over all those French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breath smoke…”
Edward Norton at his best.
(Source: ewan-mcgregors, via d-lionz)
