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fuck plans. Fuck expectations and wants. I had a girl ask me what my perfect girl would be. And I realized. I really don’t know. And it’s not like I don’t know what I like in a girl, it’s just, if I had to pick certain aspects a person would have, if i had to pick who they were, what fun would it be? The best part in meeting a girl, and life in general is the complete realization that you are a dipshit. You don’t know what this person is like, you don’t know what tomorrow is going to be like, and I LOVE that. I love waking up and knowing I get to learn something new about the day or the week or my year. I hate plans, I hate expectations, fuck all that. I love being a dumbass and getting to explore my life, not having my stupid self pick what I do. Also, fuck this god damn stupid site that I only use to vent. Fuck you, the reader, for wasting your time here. I hope no one reads this.
being human.
Being a self-replicating collection of molecules who’s entire existence revolves around putting myself into situations that favor me being able to continue replicating.
And the only reason I’m like that is because I originated from an almost identical collection of self-replicating molecules who succeeded in being able to continue to replicate.
Everything that makes me happy is only so because it is favorable to my reproduction.
And I just think it’s a terrible existence.
Reblog if you feel the same.
Because having no reason is so boring alone.
They see a week ahead of any given moment. Any more requires a calender.
They see a the trees. They need panoramic software to see the forest.
They see the front covers. They need a kindle or an iPad to see the book.
I say fuck off with the calenders and the photo software and the iPads.
I say we think about what happens to the world after we die.
I say we look at the forests, the oceans and the Glaciers.
I say we read the books and not the articles on wikipedia.
We would see that we shrink the forests, we don’t just cut down a tree.
We would see that we dye the ocean brown, we don’t just pollute the gulf.
We would see that we incinerate the poles, we don’t just melt the ice.
I say let’s see far.
is a realist novel. I’m not sure if I’d read it though. It’s like The Catcher in the Rye but the main character is a lot more nihilistic and boring.
I’m following seven people.
First time I’ve been on tumblr in like a month. It’s become a harry potter loving, twilight hating, shitty photograph taking, 4chan meme stealing, hipster centered asshole.
I get it, you love all things harry potter except for Robert Patterson and the basic premises of twilight are a shitton retarded.
Rule 24 of the internet has fucking taken over. Every post is a repost of a repost. Every fucking thing on my news feed is reblogged. Theres a few popular blogs that everyone just reblogs.
Because that’s the human Psyche, right? We follow the popular ones.
I think this is the stupidest thing. There’s hardly anything new about the iPhone 4 except the HD screen, the design and the front facing camera. But apparently to 750,000 people that’s worth $199 and the obsoletion of the last $299 iPhone they bought a few months ago. Just because it’s less expensive and prettier then the last one you bought, doesn’t mean you need to buy it again.
"We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will."
find meaning in birds I find dead,
in the projects we do,
in the careers we find and reluctantly work,
in the facebook pages and the youtube links,
in the jobs we hate and have only to buy shit we don’t need,
in the children we raise to have rinse and repeat the exact same thing we did,
in the children they have to do the same,
in the cell phones and the texting,
in the death we all lead up to, leaving nothing but a coldt body and a collection of things we can’t even use anymore.
Because all I see is the repetition of this process for thousands of years, the continuation of our instinctive need to reproduce. We eliminate thousands of species every year whose goal is the same. When will it be our turn, and will it matter any less?
