the cosmic joke by charles bukowski
digitalbath: lungful: men and women finally break. men and women deliberately abandon their loved ones in madhouses sedated or electrified until they die. cats kill cats at 3 a.m. in the morning chewing off the front legs and opening the throat leaving stiffened fur and still forms for any collector of garbage and life past gone. so many wish to be kind and understanding so many wish to act...
They had their cynical code worked out. The public are swine; advertising is the...– George Orwell, Keep the Aspidistra Flying (1936) (via blogut) (via quote-book)
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but...– Patrick Bateman, American Psycho (2000) (via whiteyes) (via geneticmutations) (via silhouettesunsets) auto reblog (via digitalbath)
zomgkeirstyn: viviloops: neekaisweird / studio84 To wake up every morning with a smile on my face. To be loved. To see the beauty in everything. To travel to breath taking places. To laugh at everything. To have friends that truly care. To dance and sing to records on the weekends. To feel infinite. To dream as big as I can. To be wanted. To live in New York. To see plays. To have a huge...
god i love new york city.
i can barely watch tv anymore because every time i do all i think about is how fake it is. how these people are all just faking it. and what we see isnt even anything close to what they are seeing. and they are seeing the cameras and directors and all the other shit behind the scenes, and they cut and take breaks and talk shit and smoke cigarettes and probably talk about how fucking stupid all of...
talk to me about pretty things. and smart things. and stupid things. and love me. i’ve been replaying the same incident over in my head for the last 7 months and most days i dont want anymore. is this how life is supposed to be. i should have listened to my instincts from the beginning. i should have known better. but i didnt deserve any of it.