so what if instead of like cartmens cult…. they had like the joker cult… so you could see all his episodes….
God forbid they ever make me a recruiter. This would be me.
Look at me, RIGHT NOW!
if there is one piece of writing that survives into 3209 i hope this is it
do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS
AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT
I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT
I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.
this website is a collection of life’s rejects
is that why you’re here?
Ok, so you see this folder?
I’m going to take every person’s URL that reblogs this and I’m going to create a document with it.
Then, I’m going to pair you up with another URL, and every day I will pick a new pair of numbers. URL1 will then become URL2’s Tumblr Stalker.
THAT’S RIGHT. EVERYONE GETS A STALKER.
EVERYONE NEEDS A STALKER.
Why the fuck not?
This is perfection.
If you ever want to shut me up, let me ride shotgun, turn the music up, wind down the windows and drive me down a dark road under a starry sky.
This is when I’m at my best.
I have a passionate love affair with the way the world looks from a moving vehicle.
The thing that made Lilo a “freak” was her passion. Lilo was passionate about everything she ever did. She was passionate about Elvis, about feeding the ocean fish sandwiches, about making friends, about taming Stitch, and about Hula. Look at her smile. She is the only one who seems to be truly enjoying what she’s doing. It adds life. Passion is life. It’s vitality. It’s amazing. Be a Lilo.
iVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR THIS FUCKING VIDEO AND I FINALLY FOUND IT AND ITS CAUSING ME CHEST PAINS
If time has thought me any thing its this… trust is betrayed, peoples words are worth penny’s, lies can be dressed as truths, and love is a illusion.
i dont know if its my perspective but i feel i see further out more then the average person. its like breaking some kinda trance or illusion and seen things for what they really are, But some times i wonder can i really see further then most people ? or am i just simply losing my mind bound to the belief that i can see what the real world really is and what others cannot see?
is it simply one more of my many defects ?
or have i really broken walls paved with pictures full of color the distract me
from a reality that some one wants me not to see??
These feelings that rush my body are so confusing
, such a over whelming complexity some times.
i will feel joy, sadness, shock, disbelief, uncertainty and commonly anger.
i feel most the time this anger under my skin but my smiles cover it up
people will commonly say i am a good guy, smart, funny, responsible,
yet i still feel so empty and discouraged about many thing.
i also tend to feel some anger towards such comments sometimes, yea there compliments i under stand but where dose some one get off saying that to me when they dont know you or never cared to or consider knowing whom you really are?
i feel i cant really explain this well its so intrigued and hard to explain it feels like so much more could be said but not enough is said.
but with certainty i know this. i have closed my heart to love because i dont believe in such a childish thing. i believe in compassion and even though i have closed my heart i will some times spare a insects life… or a mouse caught in a trap. but i made up my mind to the fact that one day i will die with out having love, with out carrying out my dreams, and with the fact that this world will probably all ways be the same.