My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all.
Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies…

thedailywhat:

ICWUDT of the Day: A Facebook thread in a pokeless place.

(Do better below.)

[peetaah / ratsoff / context.]

fullcredit:

misterhippity:

aatombomb:

Ha! Just saw this in the bathroom of my Midtown Thai joint.

Drunk Octopus is a mean drunk.

I’m dying laughing at this.

slaughterhouse90210:

“That was a fun parlor game to play: from which side of the family had his mental instability descended.”
—Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

dumbassfils:

and say to yourself

one day you will be dead

you will be inert matter rotting beneath the earth

and until then

expect only deadening toil and mute cruelty

from your dealings with your fellow men

and understand

that the ways of god are profound and unknowable

you sexy fuck

you cutie little good body bitch

shitmystudentswrite:

It is a perverse folly of parents to try and avoid puberty in their daughters; after all, the moral of the story is that the time between menarche and marriage is just a snooze bar.

thedailywhat:

[aeferg / theghostofher.]

slaughterhouse90210:

“A great mind must be androgynous.”
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Table Talk