I have very much to say about the coffee shop that is Caribou Coffee. When I walked in I was promptly greeted, and I sat down to use my computer. The shop plays ambient popular music that has a good social atmosphere. I quickly met a young man named Tidus who was finishing up the chalk art on the community chalk board. He asked the question “Where were you this month ten years ago?” I was actually ten years old, at my best friends house playing kingdom hearts all the time, and going to school in Kingsland, Georgia. It was a good flashback to my early childhood. The manager was extremely welcoming, and introduced himself when Tidus was talking to him. I told him that I was a photographer, and he asked me to write an article on my Tumblr. I said that it would be awesome, and so here I am writing. As the morning grew on, Tidus and I shared our backgrounds, and I felt like this was a really cool place to meet new people. We discussed music, all while drinking coffee. It was a truly great experience, that I hope many people will experience while exploring Midtown. All in all, a noteworthy stop in my adventures.
This is the best surprise audio post I’ve ever seen/heard.
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
The egg made me so confused and then the SONG STARTED PLAYING AND EVERYTHING MADE SENSE AND NOTHING HURT
i want to reblog this a MILLION TIMES. BEST POST EVER.
I think I started crying. happy tears.
I like to listen to the song in my car with the radio at full blast and pretend I’m in a movie and I’m journeying to a far place.
Oh and I used to think they were saying “Omelet” and not “On my way” when I was younger because she was making breakfast.
A bus full of half-naked guys playing video games? No, I don’t know why, but yes I will post this because I think there’s an audience for it.
And no, I don’t know where or why this bus exists.
Via love-and-lechery.
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AnonymousIf it is such a gift, then why is it so miserable?
No, seriously. Turn back. You shall not pass! Fly you fools!
I can’t find reason anymore.
Reason to continue living this awful lie.
The lie that I can one day grow up and be on TV if it’s really what I want.
The lie that the society as a whole believes, that I’m worth more than a slice of bread.
I may have a thousand hateful posts about this, or maybe none at all, considering it is 3 AM, the witch’s hour.
I’m intelligent, competent, and vastly overthinking everything.
I don’t want to analyze everything anymore. I don’t want to have to live another day wavering on the edge of death and life. I don’t want these constant questions beating in my head, why am I still here, why doesn’t life get better?
I’ll never love, not only because I refuse to let it happen, but because if anyone were to get to know me, truly, they would run and scream “monster” because that’s what I am, a heartless monster carefully tuned to play to your soft spots, and as I’m entertaining and delighting you, I plunge my claws into your eye sockets. I’ve come to this realization only because of who I am.
If it means anything, I never meant this as a way to feel sorry for myself, but I’m going to just point out what slithers among you and you don’t even know it. So if I randomly show up dead, I hope you don’t think “poor kid”, rather, I’d like you to say “That kid must’ve been fucked up” Because I was/am/always will be. Sorry all the government’s controlling tactics failed, because you can’t control what you have no authority over. You don’t dictate when people live and die, instead you inject yourself into any and all life-sustaining spaces and suck the life dry. Forgive me if I don’t forgive you when you let that jumpsuit lay there out of reach, when you knew I was turning blue. I won’t forgive you for anything, and I hope you burn in your own layer of your own bullshit hell that you believe in. I wish you the worst possible fate.
As for the loved ones around me, I love you all too much to say. But I am not sure if it is real love, or if it is just something I instinctually call upon. What is the current exchange system for love, how can I possess love, how can I sell it, can I bottle it up and save it for when I need it? Is it here, is it there? I can’t believe in love because I can’t feel it, see it, taste, smell, or hear it. Which brings me to my next topic. Love and relationships. Sorry if you thought I was just “waiting for the right one” or “questioning” No. I’m not waiting, nor questioning. I know the answer to the first one, and it’s that there is no soulmate or whatever out there for me. I am not sure what my reactions should be to someone who is into me, because usually I’m not into them, or I was and then something just irked me.
It’s now that you say Shut Up Motherfucker to me because I’m going on and on.
Good.
Since it’s my post, I’m going make it as long as I deem fit, and if any of you even care to read it, you’ll make sure to not like it or follow me otherwise my self esteem might shoot through the roof, and with you internet sharks, the interwebs are not your therapist.
Well, I’ve written this nonsensical but perfectly sensible assortment of thoughts and patterns I’ve noticed in an effort to do absolutely nothing, tomorrow will continue on, and the next day too. I’m still curious about how my lifespan has anything to do with government, but apparently they can do anything. ://
