(Source: palides, via bohemian--fapsody)
what lies below its just bones
You throw sticks and bones.
Remember every dog will have its day, im on my way
But all of my life, ive been treated like a fool
But im no one's fool.
Remember every dog will have its day, im on my way
But all of my life, ive been treated like a fool
But im no one's fool.
696So I have realized that everything I’m doing is a complete contradiction to everything I believe in.
I have all the freedom in the world. No restrictions, besides like the obvious don’t kill people and such. Instead I’m going to put myself through university to get a career that I hate to make Money so I can buy a nice house and afford to send my kids to university so they can continue the life cycle of the modernized human. Then I’m going to retire when I’m sixty-something years young and spend the rest of my years doing the general pointless shit that a lot of old people do these days and I’m going to complain about the young generation that I helped create. I’m going to try to not die for as long as I can but the truth would be I already died a long fucking time ago when I cashed in all my hopes and dreams for a fucking university degree.
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And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s “lonely lonely,” like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.
Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (via enflurane)
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That short story ‘guts’ by chuck palahnuik makes me physically sick. I just don’t understand.
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