It’s a big fucking club and you’re not in it! —george carlin

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KaTalyst- who’s reality



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humansofnewyork:

"You should kiss the ground you walk on if you were born in this country— take it from an old man who once had to wear the Star of David on his shirt. There’s a safety to living in such a diverse place. It’s much more difficult to brainwash a population that is composed of so many different nationalities and so many different viewpoints."



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Cartoon: printed 2002 // Photo: taken April, 6 2014 // Art becomes life




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It seems to me that evil does exist

but not the Hollywood evil we see in movies. There is no bad guy, no evil villains, This evil can not be beat by a superhero.This is a much more real evil, a more complicated evil. This evil dives into the depts of hurt people and uses them to hurt another the same way that they have been hurt themselves, passing this evil pain to the next victim so that they can do the same.



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I was watching taxicab confessions last night

and every story was more unreal than the next. They had a woman who worked in Wallstreet during 911 talk about how she could never go back to Manhattan because of the horrors she’d seen, a true crimes detective who was being tormented by his nightmares about the murders he’d seen, a prostitute who bragged about cutting her boyfriends head off because he raped her with a baseball bat and a black opera singer who was arrested for looking like a guy on Americas most wanted. It was really difficult trying to understand these stories, even the cabbies seemed hurt for bringing up the subjects. how do you make sense of a world when they can’t find the remains of your dead friends and coworkers for months, or when you get raped at 12, or when you see murder on a daily basis, or when you can’t remember the first 14 years of your life because it was that fucking traumatic?



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Redwood city chevy el camino



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Your infatuation will fade and you will find others to love —Leonardo da vinci, da vinci’s demons

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I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be. —Unknown (via weareallgettingby)

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Downtown redwood city



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San mateo county history museum



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The only thing that’s capital – T True is that you get to decide how you’re going to try to see it.  You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t.

David foster Wallace



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Paste up by swoon in the mission district sf



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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged. —Pearl (via winterkristall)

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Chuck close knock off



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