Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.
David Foster Wallace (via dulcetdecember)
what just happened?
Why the hell did I start laughing half way through this?
What is life
O____o what the fuck
The greatest work of art this site has ever produced.
for a bunch of people who hate the current justice system, tumblr sure thinks it has a lot more power than it does.
Imagine if Tumblr were in charge of the justice system.
You may now scream at your leisure.
the judge pulls at the sleeve of her robe. “the defendant has been accused of, and i quote, being a ‘completely unrepentant MRA homophobic woman-hating fuckstain.’ the jury seems to be be in agreement.”
she turns to the prosecution. “now, tumblr user lokitardissherlockedslut34, these are serious charges. i’m in complete agreement and we should dox this motherfucker. take his head for good measure and collect his cismale tears.” the jury laughs uproariously at this piece of shining wit. they are all decked out in “misandry 4 life” shirts, even the men among them. especially the men among them.
the judge yawns as the defendant is taken away, but not by police because that’s wrong. volunteers take the lead. “now,” says the judge, spreading nutella on a piece of vegan bread, “where were we? i believe we were going to watch a marathon of doctor who so as to form a social justice media critique and laugh roundly at the antics of ‘bee movie.’”