"The bastard son fathered with a serving girl is the only one who is anything like him, while the legitimate heirs are aristocratic fops" sounds like the plot of the last Conan movie. But it's actually the plot of Arnold's life.
“For every eight guys who retire in this trade, only one guy picks it up. The whole industry is in danger.”
“Wow. Would you hire me? I’d love to learn it.”
“Absolutely not.”
nothing pisses me off when non metal artists and clothing brands rip off metal aesthetics, down to the logo, aesthetic and print, it's genuinely insane how much it waters down the subculture
One thing people who aren’t into metal fail to realize is that metal fans do not care about popularity. My friend used to make fun of the bands I like for having lower monthly listeners and I’m like okay? That means it’s only $20 to see them front row
American Psycho wouldn’t work without the revelation that the cartoonish slasher violence is only a fantasy that Bateman believes in order to convince himself that he’s an interesting person.
A quantidade de comentários "eu trabalho o dia todo, tenho telemóvel de merda, n como fora e sou muito feliz! Façam igual!"
Esta apologia da virtude da pobreza e do trabalho desgraçado que os portugueses aprenderam com a ditadura, aflige-me.
Imaginem morrerem e isto ser a vossa vida
Todas as memórias são o trabalho
Todos os prazeres são o dinheiro
Não há dias com família, risos com amigos, historias com desconhecidos, lugares novos
Chegam ao fim ninguém se lembra de vocês e tudo o que vocês se lembram é do trabalho
temos pessoas de 50 anos a gabar-se de uma vida que nem uma criança explorada nas minas de lítio da namíbia desejaria, deus meteu esta merda em piloto automático e foi-se embora
onset of dementia-type neurodegenerative diseases in younger people are gonna skyrocket in the next few years if the earth manages to even live that long
Women will write like this and then date the most obnoxious moron you've seen in your life. Men atleast are honest about being shallow this performative shit makes my skin crawl.
"Discutir com gente tola é como jogar xadrez contra um pombo. Podes perder tempo a construir os argumentos que quiseres, no fim o pombo caga no tabuleiro todo feliz como se tivesse ganho"
But he’s not the antichrist. He’s a warm little baby, with tiny hands and tiny feet, who only want to be loved by his mother. He’s completely defenceless and dependent on her love and he’s being treated as a joke. She hasn’t even dignified him with a real name.