It was hard to abandon his primary-colored wooden toddler toys, knowing that when he did he would be doomed to living in the adult world of grim grays.
(Photo: Erik Johnson; Dwell)
Guy: Do you wanna buy shrooms???
Me: Ahh…no, I’m good..hehe…*awkward smile*
Teacher’s door: Room 200
inside room 200…
Speaker: Today we’re gonna talk about drug abuse
at work drive thru
Guy: I’ll have a 10 pcs. meal
*super windy and smoke comming out from the van*
Me: Is that all sir?*awkward…thinking they’re smoking shit*
Guy: This is the best smelling McDonald’s ever…XD hahaha!!!
Seriously, what’s wrong with you people…
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“Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature