drunk, surly, handsome; acquired taste.

25.
nashville, tn.
camp pendleton/san diego, ca.
kennedy
November 30, 2009
Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.
Graham Greene (via psychotherapy)
November 29, 2009
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
Alan Watts (via fatalistichues) (via iampirate) (via smut-to-go)
travelbyfoldingamap:

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myhearteatsbeats:(via peacorn)


too gorgeous of a shot to not reblog. wow.

I love the ocean and the concept of it. I am also terrified of it for the same reasons and the things that live at the uncharted bottom. Bloop? I believe it was an animal. Anyway, shots like this always pique my curiosity as to how far away they are.

travelbyfoldingamap:

align:

myhearteatsbeats:(via peacorn)

too gorgeous of a shot to not reblog. wow.

I love the ocean and the concept of it. I am also terrified of it for the same reasons and the things that live at the uncharted bottom. Bloop? I believe it was an animal. Anyway, shots like this always pique my curiosity as to how far away they are.

November 23, 2009
I found out that the things that hurt us the most can become the fuel and the catalyst that propel us toward our destiny. It will either make you bitter or it will make you better.
T.D. Jakes (via reneeruinseverything)
November 12, 2009
whoateyourheart:

The immortal jellyfish (turritopsis nutricula) is immortal. That isn’t hyperbole – it really is immortal. After reaching sexual maturity, this jellyfish is able to reverse its aging process and become a polyp again. The ability to reverse the life cycle is probably unique in the animal kingdom, and allows the jellyfish to bypass death, rendering the Turritopsis nutricula biologically immortal. Lab tests showed that 100% of specimens reverted to the polyp stage.

whoateyourheart:

The immortal jellyfish (turritopsis nutricula) is immortal. That isn’t hyperbole – it really is immortal. After reaching sexual maturity, this jellyfish is able to reverse its aging process and become a polyp again. The ability to reverse the life cycle is probably unique in the animal kingdom, and allows the jellyfish to bypass death, rendering the Turritopsis nutricula biologically immortal. Lab tests showed that 100% of specimens reverted to the polyp stage.

November 11, 2009
bohemea:suicideblonde:American Psycho

bohemea:suicideblonde:American Psycho

onefootinthegrave:

I’ve been carrying this in my briefcase for a couple of weeks now. I don’t know why I put it in there, but I can’t just stick it in a drawer somewhere. If I’m having a shitty day it reminds me that at least I’m not trapped in a burning Humvee trying not to cry like a bitch and scream for my mommy.


On a similar note, I started a roadside service/locksmith job on Halloween two years ago. I worked the night shift which meant I was solo. That first night was terrible. The whole time I reminded myself I wasn’t getting shot at, rocketed, or mortared. Thus, in comparison, it was a good day and to stop stressin.

onefootinthegrave:

I’ve been carrying this in my briefcase for a couple of weeks now. I don’t know why I put it in there, but I can’t just stick it in a drawer somewhere. If I’m having a shitty day it reminds me that at least I’m not trapped in a burning Humvee trying not to cry like a bitch and scream for my mommy.

On a similar note, I started a roadside service/locksmith job on Halloween two years ago. I worked the night shift which meant I was solo. That first night was terrible. The whole time I reminded myself I wasn’t getting shot at, rocketed, or mortared. Thus, in comparison, it was a good day and to stop stressin.
November 1, 2009
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

via sarahcreek

The Beatles vs Nine Inch Nails “Come Closer Together”

This is required to listen to.

You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it’s going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.
Robert M. Pirsig (via krispayne)
October 31, 2009

Since the late 19th century, when, beginning with electrons, we got down to manipulating the most fundamental particles of the universe, human life has changed very fast. One measure of how fast is that, barely a century ago - until Marconi’s wireless and Edison’s phonograph - all the music ever heard on Earth was live. Today, a tiny fraction of 1 percent is. The rest is electronically reproduced or broadcast, along with a trillion words and images each day.

Those radio waves don’t die - like light, they travel on. The human brain also emanates electric impulses at very low frequencies: similar to, but far weaker than, the radio waves used to communicate with submarines. Paranormalists, however, insist that our minds are transmitters that, with special effort, can focus like lasers to communicate across great distances, and even make things happen.

That idea may seem far-fetched, but it’s also a definition of prayer.

The emanations from our brains, like radio waves, must also keep going - where? Space is now described as an expanding bubble, but that architecture is still a theory. Along its great mysterious interstellar curvatures, perhaps it’s not unreasonable to think that our thought waves might eventually find their way back here.

Or even that one day - long after we’re gone, unbearably lonely for the beautiful world from which we so foolishly banished ourselves - we, or our memories, might surf home aboard a cosmic electromagnetic wave to haunt our beloved Earth.

“The World Without Us” by Alan Weisman (www.worldwithoutus.com) (via tink20seven)
October 29, 2009
alaskamiller:

Obama Visits Dover Air Force To Honor Fallen Soldiers
Dover is the first place of contact for the war dead brought home. Prior to this year, it was forbidden to take photographs or footage of this process at Dover, a rule established in the 80’s by the first Bush. The second Bush has visited in the past and made little press noise about it, as it shouldn’t be. However, the current president doing this is a tremendous honor for everyone involved. Not because it’s Obama but because of the respect to the office of the Presidency.
Yet this isn’t it. This isn’t enough.
Mr. President, you inherited a war and you have a decision—yes, tough—to continue or stop. Stop like the way we need to stop leaving the terror alert status to orange. Stop like the way we need to rethink American foreign policy. Stop like the way humanity needs a reason again to live in harmony without religious fanatics upsetting progress.
The United States military serves but to do two things: make an overwhelming fatal point on others for an end goal of peace, or die. Make it known that you’re not fine with the latter or be brave enough to suffer the political fallout of ensuring the first.

alaskamiller:

Obama Visits Dover Air Force To Honor Fallen Soldiers

Dover is the first place of contact for the war dead brought home. Prior to this year, it was forbidden to take photographs or footage of this process at Dover, a rule established in the 80’s by the first Bush. The second Bush has visited in the past and made little press noise about it, as it shouldn’t be. However, the current president doing this is a tremendous honor for everyone involved. Not because it’s Obama but because of the respect to the office of the Presidency.

Yet this isn’t it. This isn’t enough.

Mr. President, you inherited a war and you have a decision—yes, tough—to continue or stop. Stop like the way we need to stop leaving the terror alert status to orange. Stop like the way we need to rethink American foreign policy. Stop like the way humanity needs a reason again to live in harmony without religious fanatics upsetting progress.

The United States military serves but to do two things: make an overwhelming fatal point on others for an end goal of peace, or die. Make it known that you’re not fine with the latter or be brave enough to suffer the political fallout of ensuring the first.

RIP

bigmouthstrikes:

Holy fuck dudes, Chuck Biscuits died today, of throat cancer.

He drummed for D.O.A, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Danzig and Social Distortion and was a rad drummer and had an excellent name and this is such a bummer.

A sad day.

October 28, 2009
A happy life consists not in the absence, but in the mastery of hardships.
Helen Keller (via psychotherapy)