Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just ­sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.

Anneli Rufus (via suzywire)

i can feel this. 


Andy Warhol painting BMW M8 (1979)

 i think im going to try and paint my car.  its going to be about like this. for real.

Andy Warhol painting BMW M8 (1979)

 i think im going to try and paint my car.  its going to be about like this. for real.

suicideblonde:

Roseanne: What are you going to do this weekend?Darlene: Nothing.Roseanne: Isn’t that what you did last weekend?Darlene: I’m not finished.
this is my life.  oh well.  im just a couch potato who works too much.

suicideblonde:

Roseanne: What are you going to do this weekend?
Darlene: Nothing.
Roseanne: Isn’t that what you did last weekend?
Darlene: I’m not finished.

this is my life.  oh well.  im just a couch potato who works too much.

pintu:

sandybroufax:

Kill Capitalists.

Well fuck that shit.

Also worth noting, it was the Obama administration that was involved with this. The Democrats seem pretty appealing these days, since the Republicans are absolutely ridiculous, but the truth is both parties are fucking up the working class (in this case, internationally) and putting the interests of business first. Obama isn’t a nazisocialistdictator but he’s not perfect, either. So remember folks: all politicians are crooks.

   i hope this isnt true. 

Tragedy.

iknowihavebeenchangedforgood:

Tragedy is what

Happens now, when you and I

Collide. This is it.

Tragedy is what

you get when love and lies are

mixed too thoroughly.

Tragedy is what

Streams cold from the mouths of the

Violins and eyes.

  i like this. even thought its not mine.  but it what streams through tears on your way to work.  along telephone lines.  trauma and tears on the way to work.

oldbookillustrations:

Miscellaneous poems, title page II.
Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley, London, 1907.
(Source: archive.org)

  mischevious.

oldbookillustrations:

Miscellaneous poems, title page II.

Robert Anning Bell, from Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley, London, 1907.

(Source: archive.org)

  mischevious.

jbizzle329:

holler. this is me.
9gag:

Congratulations… sort of…


 ya thats more accurated.  hah.

jbizzle329:

holler. this is me.

9gag:

Congratulations… sort of…

 ya thats more accurated.  hah.

infoneer-pulse:

How much time do you spend each day being distracted by technology? According to one recent survey, 53% of people say they waste at least an hour at work every day, and most of their distractions are digital.

The survey of more than 500 employees showed that technology accounts for about 60% of workplace distractions — through email, social websites and even the time it takes to toggle between applications. About 45% of the respondents kept at least six items open at the same time and 65% said they used more than one device in addition to their main computer.

» via The Wall Street Journal (Subscription may be required for some content)

  i thinkits pretty distracting but i dont know.  alotof things are distracting. 

mdfsmash:

theatlantic:

Mississippi Floodwaters Roll South 

Very slowly, the high waters of the swollen Mississippi River are making their way south to Louisiana. Weeks of heavy rains and runoff from an unusually snowy winter have flooded thousands of homes and over 3 million acres of farmland in Mississippi, Tennessee, and Arkansas. The river is expected to crest at a record height of 58.5 feet sometime today in Vicksburg, Mississippi, 200 miles north of New Orleans. In order to spare larger cities and industrial areas downstream, the U.S, Army Corps of Engineers has opened floodgates in the Morganza Spillway, north of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, allowing an estimated 100,000 cubic feet of river water to flow into the Atchafalaya Basin every second. Collected here are images of the Mississippi and those caught in its path over the past few days — coping, watching and waiting.

See more incredible photos at In Focus
[Scott Olson/Getty Images]

This gives me anxiety. How can they even sleep at night?!?

 its crazy.  country people always get screwed. 

mdfsmash:

theatlantic:

Mississippi Floodwaters Roll South

Very slowly, the high waters of the swollen Mississippi River are making their way south to Louisiana. Weeks of heavy rains and runoff from an unusually snowy winter have flooded thousands of homes and over 3 million acres of farmland in Mississippi, Tennessee, and Arkansas. The river is expected to crest at a record height of 58.5 feet sometime today in Vicksburg, Mississippi, 200 miles north of New Orleans. In order to spare larger cities and industrial areas downstream, the U.S, Army Corps of Engineers has opened floodgates in the Morganza Spillway, north of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, allowing an estimated 100,000 cubic feet of river water to flow into the Atchafalaya Basin every second. Collected here are images of the Mississippi and those caught in its path over the past few days — coping, watching and waiting.

See more incredible photos at In Focus

[Scott Olson/Getty Images]

This gives me anxiety. How can they even sleep at night?!?

 its crazy.  country people always get screwed. 

oldbookillustrations:

Brünnhilde.
Arthur Rackham, from The Rhinegold & the Valkyrie, by Richard Wagner, London, New York, 1910.
(Source: archive.org)

   i just saw some THOR.  i was surprised.  it was pretty nice.  he was kicking some frost giants for real. 

oldbookillustrations:

Brünnhilde.

Arthur Rackham, from The Rhinegold & the Valkyrie, by Richard Wagner, London, New York, 1910.

(Source: archive.org)

   i just saw some THOR.  i was surprised.  it was pretty nice.  he was kicking some frost giants for real. 

lepanopticon:

Sunset, circa 1964

 at first i thought it was fake.  seems so real and kind of eery.  lol.

newyorker:

An inside look at the creative process behind Christoph Niemann’s representation of the Japan disaster on this week’s cover.
Above: an early iteration of the cover, without its black background.

  nuclear blossoms.

newyorker:

An inside look at the creative process behind Christoph Niemann’s representation of the Japan disaster on this week’s cover.

Above: an early iteration of the cover, without its black background.

  nuclear blossoms.

sharanam:

Despite my doubts, neurology and neuroscience do not appear to profoundly contradict Buddhist thought. Neuroscience tells us the thing we take as our unified mind is an illusion, that our mind is not unified and can barely be said to “exist” at all. Our feeling of unity and control is a post-hoc confabulation and is easily fractured into separate parts. As revealed by scientific inquiry, what we call a mind (or a self, or a soul) is actually something that changes so much and is so uncertain that our pre-scientific language struggles to find meaning.

Buddhists say pretty much the same thing. They believe in an impermanent and illusory self made of shifting parts. They’ve even come up with language to address the problem between perception and belief. Their word for self is anatta, which is usually translated as ‘non self.’  One might try to refer to the self, but the word cleverly reminds one’s self that there is no such thing.

―David Weisman

I’m of course totally interested in this discussion. Since the author points to the obvious fallacy and/or disconnect with science in terms of Buddhism’s belief in reincarnation I will point you to some alternative views on rebirth here.

Also, I would like to add that I find nothing surprising in that so much of Buddhist thought jibes with modern neuro- and cognitive science since it’s whole m.o. is observation of the mind. It’s not a belief system, it’s a science (and spirituality) of the mind, through direct experience of one’s own consciousness.

  interesting. 

fuckyeahmst3k:

elilhrairrah:

MANOS……..
the hands of fate

Oh, well, you know, “Manos.” Not in so many words.

fuckyeahmst3k:

elilhrairrah:

MANOS……..

the hands of fate

Oh, well, you know, “Manos.” Not in so many words.

Reblog this if you believe you can love someone you’ve never met in real life.

i believe.