You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
— George Carlin (via h-auptgewinn)
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great
Except that he almost definitely wasn’t. And Einstein was. And Newton was. And Da Vinci was.
And if he had been, so what? Hitler wore socks. Are we to say that all people who wear socks are Hitler? He had a dog. Are all dog owners Hitler? He liked to paint. Are all painters Hitler?
Meanwhile, Pol Pot ate meat. Genghis Khan ate meat. Stalin ate meat. I’m assuming you’re willing to draw comparisons between yourself and these people, yes?
Try harder, buddy.
— 2 am thoughts (via lichthunger)