Such Vivid Imaginings

Most of the friendships we make here are placeholders - for something more immediate, for something more fulfilling, but mostly for something easier.

I had some prosaic way of expanding on that, but my dog wants attention, so basically: you’re all lazy fuckers and you’re the reason our little clique fell apart. 

lithium98:

kestrylshade:

lithium98:

everybodysgot-a-darkside:

deanwhiskeychester:

jewkol:

lady-jora:

sub-maureen:

rxversed:

brightfeathers:

Whenever people question how awesome Canada is, I just remind them that our $100 bills are scratch and sniff maple syrup

Canada is the greatest country in the world. 

please tell me this is a joke

// it isn’t

I can’t do this anymore

how come i didnt know about this

Is this true, my Canadian friends?

Yes, it’s true. 

And try working at a fucking bank and getting several hundreds of these in as a deposit. When you’re starving and still a few hours away from your lunch break. It’s simultaneously a total tease and totally sickening, because nothing makes your stomach turn when you’re starving more than artificial maple syrup smell.

If America did this, all our bills would smell like something. Burgers, hotdogs, fries, and pizza. And BBQ. That’s hell a american.

Except America wouldn’t do it. Because you’re just not cool enough.

lithium98:

everybodysgot-a-darkside:

deanwhiskeychester:

jewkol:

lady-jora:

sub-maureen:

rxversed:

brightfeathers:

Whenever people question how awesome Canada is, I just remind them that our $100 bills are scratch and sniff maple syrup

Canada is the greatest country in the world. 

please tell me this is a joke

// it isn’t

I can’t do this anymore

how come i didnt know about this

Is this true, my Canadian friends?

Yes, it’s true. 

And try working at a fucking bank and getting several hundreds of these in as a deposit. When you’re starving and still a few hours away from your lunch break. It’s simultaneously a total tease and totally sickening, because nothing makes your stomach turn when you’re starving more than artificial maple syrup smell.

So do it. Get mad. Stop wailing about it all over the Internet as if that will do anything but drive you (and everyone around you) insane. You say to hell with all the pretty words and beautiful imagery, fine, but BLOGGING about it isn’t exactly a departure from the pitiful and oversentimental expression-without-action that you’re griping about. 

You spend all your time now, or so it seems, being angry and hurt and lonely, and fucking shit up because you’re young and you can, but it’s not helping you and it’s certainly not helping the world that you’re apparently just dying to save. DMV’s not wrong when he rolls his eyes and says “oh yeah, Quells will be posting about this next” because despite your call to action, all you’re doing it regurgitating other peoples’ words and pains. 

Getting angry is a perfectly acceptable response, but whatever you’re going to do - be it changing the world through art or anger - DO IT and stop sitting around the internet and SAYING you’re going to do it.

With love (seriously, you’re rad, but someone needs to say this),

Kes

Texture + Vanity + Contrast

Too much whiskey.

morgenty:

Spoilers by ~morgenty

(via lithium98)

Forever reblogging other people’s words, images and creative output doesn’t make me feel any closer to the world - it just seems sad, isolated and lazy. It’s like when you’re out at the bar, and you spend the night riding on the coattails of that one attractive friend you have. 

But maybe I’m just missing something.

(Source: maybelledrop, via jpgorys)