black comedy, n.

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gabesaportaspenis:

OH NY FUCKING GOFD I JUST WALKED PAST A SCARY CRAZY OLD MAN AND HE SCREAMED IN MY FACE “I CAN SEE YOU LOVE THE INTERNET I CAN TELL BY YOUR DEAD EYES” I WAS SO SCARED IS IT REALLY TAHT OBVIOUS OMF HELP

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catp0rn:

i will sit here. yes, here seems like a good place to sit.

catp0rn:

i will sit here. yes, here seems like a good place to sit.

❝ 

I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”


Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.

— Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert 

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i just made an event out of minorly changing my profile design/theme.

i swear to god i’m regressing to my fourth grade self who’d reject friend invites forever to sit at home and play neopets on the computer.  good lord what is my life all i want to do is be alone or be in love, but those are basically the same things, right? #polarities

this is better after realizing that he’s weird al-ing the ludacris “back seat, windows up, thats the way we like to” song.

this is better after realizing that he’s weird al-ing the ludacris “back seat, windows up, thats the way we like to” song.

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cocoku:

body.

cocoku:

body.

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❝ We grew up with the Internet and on the Internet. This is what makes us different; this is what makes the crucial, although surprising from your point of view, difference: we do not ‘surf’ and the internet to us is not a ‘place’ or ‘virtual space’. The Internet to us is not something external to reality but a part of it: an invisible yet constantly present layer intertwined with the physical environment. We do not use the Internet, we live on the Internet and along it. If we were to tell our bildnungsroman to you, the analog, we could say there was a natural Internet aspect to every single experience that has shaped us. We made friends and enemies online, we prepared cribs for tests online, we planned parties and studying sessions online, we fell in love and broke up online. The Web to us is not a technology which we had to learn and which we managed to get a grip of. The Web is a process, happening continuously and continuously transforming before our eyes; with us and through us. Technologies appear and then dissolve in the peripheries, websites are built, they bloom and then pass away, but the Web continues, because we are the Web; we, communicating with one another in a way that comes naturally to us, more intense and more efficient than ever before in the history of mankind.

— 

Piotr Czerski 

(i think the wording on this kind of misses the point a lot, but the general sentiment about being intertwined is really appropriate and right, and it’s what i think whenever someone tells me i should stop tweeting and get a life.  i grew up online because the “real world” didn’t work for/like/appreciate/care about/interest me, and now the “virtual world” and the “real world” exist exactly together and blahblah everything’s wonderful but oh shit how am i going to go to india without constant internet access ugh ew.)

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omg the cosmos.

omg the cosmos.

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