е времето, което трябва да измине от WTF! Това е бебе! И то е дошло от момичето, с което драскахме по чина и ни гонеха от час по руски?! до момента, в който поредното розово copy-paste ти прави впечатление, колкото топлото време. Съвсем сериозно - идентично е. Приятно. Претръпнало. Две години и малко и вече
ни ми трябва нов hype.
Развих особена форма на консумеризъм. Дали схемата ще е същата, когато… как да го напиша… сърбят ме ръцете да го напиша… пиша го
започнем да умираме?
Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.John Berger (via bookaddictiion)
You love him too.
The duty of philosophy is not to solve problems, but to redefine problems, to show how what we experience as a problem is a false problem. If what we experience as a problem is a true problem, then you don’t need philosophy.
Don’t dress up for a wedding. It’s not a funeral. You shouldn’t take it seriously.
they always blame the Messenger
Candle is how they called it. How ridiculous, ha? Frankly, it looks nothing like a candle. Last time I checked candles were smaller and weren’t made of glass. I have the feeling it’s only me here. Isolated from everyone and everything even if I’m in touch with them. Once I was wondering how it might feel to enter Candle. People say it feels like nothing. The fluid you flow in is not anything you’ve known. It completely isolates you from sound, temperature variations, smells, the floor… a floor… everything. This place - you can not be there. There you can only be. There is no there. No wonder it’s used for military and space trainings. It’s crazy. This is the closest to not owning a body. Entering Candle has additional space for one companion only. Your mind. Although it’s proven to be quite a questionable category… I mean, people go crazy if they stay inside for too long. I imagine I feel like a Candle entree. Hanging in life until I figure something out. Unable to connect bodily to anything. Unable to follow the evolutionary process and transform it from sense to feeling to emotion… Do you know what that translates to?
Candle is the lucid dreaming of being dead.
when it goes away the world doesn’t end. It’s worse.
It goes on. It lives and you become part of a numb circus. The world pulsates, you are there, you can see it. It breathes, and falls asleep, and dreams, and wakes up, and uses colors. It gets cold, and gets warm after that. The cycle of life - useless and perfect. And inescapable. Your world is finite. It has borders and borders are what help you create an environment. You know where things begin and where they end. Knowing gives you the feeling you can control them. And the only thing you want to do with your finite environment is make it feel like home… cozy. The only lie worth the effort. I like to amuse myself on the idea that the coziest thing you can picture is the idea of how harmonious someone else’s life is. The world is full of them; the somebodies. Your imagination is offered a platter. Pick anything you want and imagine anything you can. Because this is what you do. You are the child watching the candy store from the sidewalk. The homeless child. None of what you see is for you. It is real. It is happening. Right there. In front of you. But never to you.
Повечето хора, които познавам, не са - цитирам с грешките - “Народа му писна”. Да, писнало им е. И на мен също. Ама те не са Народ. Нито с главна, нито с малка буква. Ако се замислиш, народът с главно Нъ е най-обидното нарицателно, с което някой те е препикавал. Нищожност до степен на съществително. Аз не съм народ. Защото не съм електорат.
Малко вкус, м?
I think what’s wrong with the balance today is that people from the developed world are tired of consuming and this pushes them to try and create. While the people in the other, the developing world are tired of trying to create, and want to consume for a while. It’s an otherwise simple math with a simple solution.
Subliminal messages these fonts are feeding you.
FYI I’m Kevin Spacey.
(reblogged from escapekit)
Айде. Последен ден. Апартаментът ми прилича на die Antwoord, а намесата ми в използваните чинии не е нищо повече от опит да попреча на еволюцията. Дъно.
when you love someone and they don’t love you back it means you are going to love them for a long long time. you know… so that you balance things out and make up for their effort of not loving you.
My first week at Saatchi&Saatchi. They told me to bring a hammer.
Even though it might sound like astrology to you, give it a try. Make your boyfriend choose a perfume for you. Tell him to just follow his senses and pick the one that would smell best on you.
If he picks the right one. You obviously did too.