Steer clear of existentialism, a morbid philosophy based on unprovable premises developed solely so graduate students can sprout ratty little beards, drink espresso until 3am and come to believe that despair is sexually appealing, which it definitely is not.
- Ian Shoales
Well, that’s enough internet for me today.
I will never not love how beautifully this spirals into madness.
*Gets up from seat and leaves*
its been a million years and this is still hilarious
everyone quotes that one bit about “my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations” but let’s be honest that’s one of the most pretentious Augustus moments in the book like that’s not even a good quote if you know the context .-.
your thoughts are not stars Augustus you’re just a sad teenage boy who never put away the old superhero cape.
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
Yesterday, a web site reported that YouTuber and musician Mike Lombardo was under investigation for exchanging explicit images with underage fans of his music. Some of Mike’s music has been released through DFTBA Records, a record company we own, we’ve been friendly with him over the three years…
Relevant in light of current events.
I feel like there should be a collective post of the Alex Day posts like there was with the Tom Milsom stuff that people who are confused can be directed to, so:
Note that not all of these people experienced sexual abuse or assault— some are just detailing general…
I’m extremely disappointed in Alex Day’s behavior but I’m glad that this information is coming to light. I’m glad that we are having this conversation so that we can make informed choices about the people whom we choose to support and idolize. I know what my choice is.
He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby