I forever more will yearn the answer to this question and strangely, when i am not plagued by it, i still can feel it in the constant movement of my hand typing these meaningless words that are then eaten quickly by my computer screen. I am thoughtful but without. For without knowing the answer, i scramble and search endlessly for words to make meaning and become the something they are not. Where is this nothing that we speak of? is it contained within the something that we liken to nothing, or is it screaming or whispering in the wind amongst the things we have built and construed? I lose meaning with these words, yet they contain the essential elements with which i wish to define. I am defined, thus something, and yet, with nothing, i come to define myself as such.

So, I run and run around in circles and am still in the same place.

(via evil-pixie)

jewdar:

owltreethree:

(via palahniukandchocolate)

A truly wonderful campaign, but a poorly chosen slogan (imo).

(via mr—smith)

if i have tons of land when i’m older, i will totally do something like this

joostlultwel:

(via alanamarisa)

onthinice:

(via samedge)

i knew it.

(via eatsomebrains)

jjjjasmine:

ravenskar:

from texts from last night.

19850619:

Ostrich J5 (via Kup Kup Land)

Copytalk that,
you android bat.
Stuffed with facts,
grammar crap,
sugar-coated fat,
referrals,
insurability,
confounding reality,
captivity,
physical therapy,
castrate my clarity,
you fucking capitalist cancer-causing twat

rebalance your proposal

cut stocks at your disposal
market’s down
give up your crown

another day to rape the crowd.