Caffeinated Existentialism

mistermakara:

Dave rolled his eyes, pouring himself another drink, thinking over his statements carefully-in spite of that, everything came out in a blur. “We’re consumers, that’s what,” he replied. “We’re the biproducts of a lifestyle obsession. Crime, poverty, murder-those things, those things don’t concern us. What concerns us are celebrity magazines, television with five-hundred channels. And now I say fuck that. We have to keep moving forward, get unstuck. You know what I mean?”

Another drink, a sip, and words spilled out of John’s mouth. They came out in a slur and John wasn’t entirely aware of what he was saying or why it mattered. “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. I was so drawn into these dumb furniture magazines and what Nic Cage was doing and and which movies were coming out and who was in them and who was making them…” John snorted and took another chug. “I.. am stuck. Between pages of shiny magazine paper…” He blinked at Dave as if this revelation was somethign euphoric. “I need to get unstuck, Dave.”

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ruineshumaines:

Spectrum of the Sky (by Dominic Kamp)

youreallfuckingmorons:

bustiger:

omgrun:

bustiger:

are you taking notes on how to lose followers??

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look what you made me do butthead

CHRIST

oh my god this is all amazing.

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pizzarash:

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Oh. Oh my cavities.

The freckles the missing teeth ohmygodlkjflasjf