Also, it seems like anytime some new scientific news about global warming or such comes out, there's a whole bevy of idiots ready to say "it's a hoax, read this article" or "it's not as bad as they're saying, read this article", and the article almost always goes to some organization with connections to the oil industry or the Republican Party. It's disgusting.
It makes me wonder sometimes if social media is making us...well, stupid isn't really the right word, but I guess "mean" would be. Inconsiderate of others, solipsistic, that sort of thing.
I think it's a combination of an ease of dropping one's filter and the fact that the internet tends to create an echo-chamber effect.
There are legitimately thousands of fuck-awful people who populate places like 8chan, but when you consider that there's billions of people in the world, that's a very small minority.
Most people use twitter and tumblr and facebook all in the same way, to talk about interests and post about their lives. It's easy to forget that.
as for the show itself I'm liking it thus far but I don't wanna form any final opinions on it yet because I'm only on episode 8 and I've heard that the second half is where shit gets real, so
"One needs to have a plan" someone said who was turned away into the shadows And who I had believed was sleeping or dead "Imagine" he said "all the flesh that is eaten The teeth tearing into it The tongue tasting it's savour And the hunger for that taste" "Now take away that flesh" he said "Take away the teeth and the tongue The taste and the hunger Take away everything as it is That was my plan My own special plan for this world"
I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision Even in his deepest dreams Or his most lasting death Because I had heard of such plans such visions And I knew they did not see far enough But what was demanded in a way of a plan Needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh Beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night And a strangely shining light That owed nothing to the light of day
That day may seem like other days Once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear But that day will have no others after No more worlds like this will follow Because I have a plan A very special plan No more worlds like this No more days like that
Thought: it is rather funny that people argue so much about what is, and isn't a game, given that Wittgenstein used "games" as his prime example of family resemblances.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
i wanna pounce william and wake him up and marathon s2 of twin peaks but i also want to let him sleep because i know he's been sleeping shittily all week. BEING A GOOD FINANCEE IS HARD MY FRIENDS.
i wanna pounce william and wake him up and marathon s2 of twin peaks but i also want to let him sleep because i know he's been sleeping shittily all week. BEING A GOOD FINANCEE IS HARD MY FRIENDS.
Word of warning: It gets bad after a major plot event in the eight episode. The final episode and the prequel movie are still good, and there's good in the bad that is the latter part of the second season, so it's worth forcing yourself through, especially given that there's gonna be more.
Chris Kyle grew up in Texas, where his father raised him under a strict moral code. His father insisted that he should "be a sheepdog who protects others, not a sheep or a wolf." Kyle works briefly as a rodeo cowboy until he sees television coverage of the terrorist attacks on the U.S. embassies in Dar es Salaam and Nairobi. He immediately enlists to become a U.S. Navy SEAL.
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when i quit hh for a time, i unfollowed pretty much everybody apart from a few people who had specifically said they wanted to stay in touch
somehow i never really got the hang of tumblr, though... i always felt kind of out of place there
it's true though, before social media we were mean to each other on forums or imageboards instead
before that we were mean in person, though i believe the internet removes some of the filters we have in place irl
people who are truly nice presumably don't stop being nice just because they can get away without
There are legitimately thousands of fuck-awful people who populate places like 8chan, but when you consider that there's billions of people in the world, that's a very small minority.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It's getting up there with "DAYS" from Eureka Seven and "Resonance" from Soul Eater, both of which are hype as hell
also I can't remember the name of it but the third theme from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood was rad too
It's getting up there with "DAYS" from Eureka Seven and "Resonance" from Soul Eater, both of which are hype as hell
also I can't remember the name of it but the third theme from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood was rad too
-shrug-
i think i've gone nocturnal again
i feel most welcome here, i guess
i didn't feel exactly unwelcome on tumblr, just nervous and kind of out of place
And who I had believed was sleeping or dead
"Imagine" he said "all the flesh that is eaten
The teeth tearing into it
The tongue tasting it's savour
And the hunger for that taste"
"Now take away that flesh" he said
"Take away the teeth and the tongue
The taste and the hunger
Take away everything as it is
That was my plan
My own special plan for this world"
I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder
If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision
Even in his deepest dreams
Or his most lasting death
Because I had heard of such plans such visions
And I knew they did not see far enough
But what was demanded in a way of a plan
Needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh
Beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away
And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night
And a strangely shining light
That owed nothing to the light of day
That day may seem like other days
Once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations
Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No more worlds like this
No more days like that
alarm clock just rang
Your mission is to rendezvous with the Bos and establish contact. It is imperative that you do so immediately.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Not to me.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead