Told my best friend that I sometimes get intimidated when around attractive people and she sends me this.
Source: liquid-gold
joe you ain’t SHIT
my childhood was ruined at this precise moment
(via mrpricespeaks)
Source: rschocolate
“What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship? No. It’s the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of… of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words “think of yourself”? It’s the “king and country” crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. My journey to Rapture was my second exodus. In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler’s sword “for the good of the Reich”, the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists. And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say “yes” to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* country for people like me! And *that* was the moment I decided… to build one.”
- Andrew Ryan
Source: cultofbioshock
Six by All That Remains. This song…is a masterpiece.
Source: SoundCloud / Oden
“Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” by The Rolling Stones, Sticky Fingers (1971)
“The jam at the end wasn’t inspired by Carlos Santana. We didn’t even know they were still taping. We thought we’d finished. We were just rambling and they kept the tape rolling. I figured we’d just fade it off. It was only when we heard the playback that we realized, Oh, they kept it going. Basically we realized we had two bits of music. There’s the song and there’s the jam.” -Keith Richards on the recording process.
Another summer jam….It’s just a fucking classic.
Source: songs-are-like-tattoos
“What can I do with this one, Aphrodite? She WON’T… STAY… STILL! I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out WRONG! That one… too fat! This one… too tall! This one… too symmetrical! And now… what’s this, Goddess? An intruder? He’s ugly. Ugly! UGLY! UGLY!”
- Dr. J.S. Steinman
Source: cultofbioshock
Source: cultofbioshock
Hey, my name is Connor and I am a simple dilettante of words, a musician, an avid enthusiast of video games, and an awkward 16 year-old.
