Apathetic Conformity

Apathetic Conformity

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nsfwhumor:

[katieheaney]

Ways to type laughter.

At least maybe God’s divorced. Maybe he has an ex-wife. God’s a single dad, and he’s raising us alone. And we’re praying and he’s like, “I’m trying! It’s just me up here!” Maybe that’s what’s going on. Maybe your life is time – this is our weekend with dad. That’s what life is. And then when you die you go to mom’s house.

Louis CK ladies and gentlemen!

Reminder for life.

Reminder for life.

Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.

hahahaha, Ditto.

Maybe life is not so much in its potential or its end, but in how much of its games, music, art, and friendships we can harness. Maybe that’s the only shield that can protect us.

Log off!

tastefullyoffensive:

If the NFL Took Place in the Star Wars Universe by John Raya (more)

Previously: Star Wars Yoga

tastefullyoffensive:

So, this happened… [@marvel/@starwars]

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt - Paris, France April 23, 1910

Happy Festivus!

Ahhhh, only an 8-bit fire can warm me up.

Ahhhh, only an 8-bit fire can warm me up.