maybe the reason the world is so bad right now is because the sleeping giant who is dreaming us is having a nightmare
(whoa lol)
there are a few movies that, if i thought about them long enough, i’d get pretty emotional and tear up
maybe that’s kinda silly but it’s true
anyway one of those movies is definitely badlands
my friend brandon found this lol
as i gargle mouthwash, can i just say that i love flossing now? i never disliked flossing. it’s just that recently i’m like “yeah this rules”. i’m into it in a whole new way, jerry
i love brushing my teeth too. my dad said that to me one time and immediately seemed embarrassed. and he said, “sorry. i know that’s kind of a boring thing to say. i just love brushing my teeth is all.”
and yeah dude!! me too, dad
i stayed with this zen monk in boston one winter, and he was obsessive about his teeth. i’ve never seen someone dedicate so much time to dental hygiene. i asked him about it, and he made this sweeping gesture over his body, and he said, “all of this is crumbling every day. i have to take good care of it, even as it falls apart.”
that rules lol
so brush your teeth y’all!! it’s important to your systemic health
. . . plus it just feels great!™
god i sound cuckoo for cocoa puffs
i’ve really got to up the quality on the kinds of things i post here. lord, i sound like bill and ted
ok time to sleep ☆彡
man, this country sure is spiritually bankrupt huh
it’s one big long scam until the grave
this is all designed to suck you dry and make you feel nihilistic and vacant
and . . . they’ve succeeded!
it could all so easily be beautiful! that is the real tragedy of this place and it haunts you like a ghost
wow! this is an incredible film
She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.
i would give anything to get back my old house in south berkeley. what is wrong with me? why do i keep doing this to myself?
