i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
@RyanTrahan you snapped with sour zips bro. Sometimes I get really mad and grab my own head like a hamburger and try to knock myself out against a wall , the sour zips are helping
Always keep cash and a blade or blunt object on you. I was walking home one night and a guy on a bmx bike asked if I wanted to buy it. He requested a mere $10. I knew he stole it, but I had spraypaint at my house so I took him up on the deal. Then he inquired where he could get crack. It was 3 am but I knew just the place, so I directed him there whilst doing bunny hops and riding lazily on the back pegs. Then the crack dealer asked me about the bike and offered me $20 for it. Never accept the first offer. I told him i had it for years and was really sentimental about it, the guy who sold it to me earlier didn't utter a word because I already flashed the boxcutter I keep in my crewsocks when I went to grab the $10 earlier for him. We eventually settled on a trade of 3 grams of meth for it. I tell you this because I want you to remember that the whole world doesn't exist behind a screen, but rather with people who actually who go outside with an open mind. You always have to be ready to kill people though
Hasan Piker: “I think Israel in its current formation, given that it’s a settler colonial operation that’s seeking out the expulsion or complete extermination of the indigenous population as an apartheid state, does not have the right to exist. It’s like saying does Nazi Germany have a right to exist”
parents: "move out"
girlfriend: “quit being such a loser”
boss: "work harder"
claude: "uber for dogs (the dogs are the drivers) is a great idea, you should absolutely pursue it"
It’s deeply odd to me that America is a far less 24/7 hour society today than it was 10, 20, or even 30 years ago. I vividly remember friends from the UK back in 1996 marveling at the fact that in the mid-sized Indiana town where I went college it was possible to buy groceries, clothing, a lawn mower, a snow blower, Lego sets, and bow hunting gear at 3 AM on any given Tuesday of the year. That was peak American Empire, and it’s long gone.
Dude beside me at the restaurant just told his wife that he cheated on her and she is crying loudly, over at my table it’s miller time though. #millertime
I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them.
That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving.
You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.
this app could be single handedly destroying my mental health and i would never fucking uninstall it because every few days The Transcendental Post will appear and for a brief fleeting moment our souls are freed from samsara as we gaze upon it in awe