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The main problem with star trek/star wars and any other intergalactic future scenario is that human beings will never be able to co-exist and co-operate with other intelligent species 


when you know something doesnt fit in the fridge but you force the door shut and let it fall out on someone else

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Blue Cheese Lobster Beignets with Spicy Avocado Cream


Phil Noto ~ Superhero Candids
My favorite is Sue staring at Johnny in the UN Lobby.

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malcolm in the middle was the realest show

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"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."

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GRAPHIC BATTLE | ameliasgalaxy vs. sansapond 

topic: one doctor  |   (x)

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Neil Hilborn - How to Get Beat By The Cops

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Neil Hilborn inspired type thing draft.


Neil Hilborn inspired type thing draft.


Audiobook by Neil Hilborn

Step Four:
At this point you may be debating your decision to totally fuck up your life,
So ask yourself:
Would you rather be happy or interesting?
Would you rather be on the news, or just watching it?
Happy people don’t make history,
Happy people make children, then die.

Neil Hilborn is currently my favorite spoken word poet


Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World”

I’ve been hearing that the world is ending.
I’ve heard it so much these days i can either completely ignore it or never leave my house again,
that is if I actually left my house for things that don’t directly enable me to keep my house, 
I’ve been thinking about driving nowhere. 
I’ve been thinking about becoming a box inside a locked room inside a dark house at the dark end of the street.
I want to go away until i’m gone
it takes so much less energy to not exist than it does to exist and get burned.
I’ve been burned so much i’m not me anymore, I’m a stupid puppet version of me 
I’ve got strings that lead to nowhere,
nothing is pulling on me
I wish someone would drag my hand out of hiding and sign my name on a dotted line
There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window. 
when getting out of bed feels like the key in the doomsday machine,
so on those days this is what I tell myself:
Whatever you’re feeling right now there is a mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing. 
This is not to say you’re not special
this is to say thank god you aren’t special
I have kissed no one good night
I have launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. 
I have ended relationships because suddenly I was also exposed
 Isolation is not safety, it is death. 
If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t. 
If a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around to hear it, it does make a sound but then that sound is gone.
I’m not saying you will find the meaning of life in other people,
Im saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning,
see we’re wrong when we say
I think therefore I am.
The more we say it the more it sounds like 
I think therefore I will be.
You cannot think yourself into a full table
You cannot think and make walls and a roof appear around you
I have thought
and thought myself into corners made of words and nightmares
and what has it gotten me,
but more thoughts.
a currency that only buys more currency,
so please
if you want to continue existing 
do something 
learn to make clouds using only your breath
build a house even if every wall leans to the left
love it anyway
just like a season
just like a child
love how you hate yourself sometimes because goddamn at least there’s still something to hate 
I know how easy it is to think and keep thinking until you’re the last person left on earth
until the entire world becomes no larger than the space between your bed and the light switch
I hear the world is ending soon.
when we go, and we’re all going to go
I will be part of it.