2073:

money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a false sense of security and fruity alcoholic beverages to numb the pain and honestly what’s the difference

goatwing:

*prints this tweet, rolls a cigarette with it, and puts it between my teeth without lighting it*

goatwing:

*prints this tweet, rolls a cigarette with it, and puts it between my teeth without lighting it*

thatdudeemu:

youbetternotbringyokids:

h0odrich:

white people willingly refrain from throwing around ‘voldemort’ but start a earthquake when they’re told ‘n-gga’ isn’t for them

White people won’t say Beetlejuice 3 times but say “nigga” like it ain’t nothing

White people scared to say Bloody Mary, but will look at a black person with no fear and say nigga

Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.
Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via larmoyante)
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