I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
Source: wtfpod.com
So, a little soliloquy towards the audio elitist out there. We all know, yes, that you only listen to complicated music because it’s a direct reflection of your complicated personality. Please, let’s have a long drawn-out discussion as to why your preferences are superior. And while we’re at it, let’s talk about your father. Oh, tell me about your vinyl collection. Allow me to reinforce your thoughts that I am intellectually inferior. Oh yes, the simple beautiful melody that I can dance to and makes the women swoon. Yes. Of course. How could I be so obtuse? It is inferior. You bonehead! Go masturbate to some Philip Glass. You see, in the fourth dimension it’s all about Ockham’s razor; simplicity rings supreme. Your type? Extinct, long ago. But please, tell me where you got those clove cigarettes, you emotionally retarded nerd. I’m sure you got it from a special place behind the counter at that second hand store. I’m sorry!; boutique.
Shall we listen to music together? Oh yes, you only listen to vinyl. Is it some sort of intangible audio quality that the rest of us plebeians can’t understand? Yes. I bet you turn every sexual interaction into some sort of artistic formula. (…)
Anyway, it’s not the fidelity, it’s not the 24/96K - it can be 8-bit as long as the melody is relevant. You need to stop being such a prick.
The trick, kiddo,” his mom replies slowly. “Is finding someone who complements you instead of completes you. You need to be complete on your own.
Source: themilkywhiteway
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
(via jonesypuff)
Source: fandhm
Source: aseaofquotes
I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.
(via jonesypuff)
Source: larmoyante
I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.
Dogs lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware that it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and the mistakes we make because of those illusions.
(via carryonmywaywardstirrup)
Source: serveitindrag-blog
Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.
(via nirdian)
Back in January, our research biologists came across this octopus when pulling up a stone crab trap in Cedar Key. Octopus can get in...
Commission for https://www.deviantart.com/sweet-n-treat
Forgot to mention it on Deviantart - I’ve opened Fur Affinity account!
by Andrey
Back in January, our research biologists came across this octopus when pulling up a stone crab trap in Cedar Key. Octopus can get in...
Commission for https://www.deviantart.com/sweet-n-treat
Forgot to mention it on Deviantart - I’ve opened Fur Affinity account!
by Andrey
