I can’t win.
I can’t even walk.
Baby, you should talk.
Baby, you should hear what you’re saying.
They said - “Don’t look back!” but I looked back.
It was a bore.
It was a fucking horror.
It was - well, honey, you know quite well what you are…
I can’t win.
I can’t even walk.
Baby, you should talk.
Baby, you should hear what you’re saying.
They said - “Don’t look back!” but I looked back.
It was a bore.
It was a fucking horror.
It was - well, honey, you know quite well what you are…
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
I only want philosophy right now. That’s all I want, which is why I’m reading Nietzsche and not applying for jobs.
are you angry? are you searching for a better way to live? are you waiting?
have you been waiting too long? what holds us back and how to burn the bridges
of a culture that taught us to hate and fear and live like cogs in a machine
and not like lovers friends and kin.
how can i help but feel depressed, get up in the morning and get dressed, look
out the window through rush hour smog … smoke and drink the world away ’cause
what the politicians say won’t answer any of my questions like …
why am i angry? what am i searching for? is there a better way to live? why
am i hopeless? have i been waiting too long to strike back against this state
of affairs?
-“hey kathleen, are you hungry?” defiance, ohio
when you make a somewhat feminist comment on the movie fight club and ruin everyone’s night.
“Quit your job, maaaaan. Join the revolution.”
“I don’t have a job to quit.”