I have such a crush on Jesse Pinkman! He tries so hard and shit just sucks. So then he does meth… But look how cute he is, and fuck did he love that batshit crazy girl. Ugh.
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"Guys invented ‘the spark’ so they could not call and treat you kind of bad and keep you guessing. And then convince you that that anxiety and that fear that just develops naturally in you is actually just ‘the spark’ and you guys all buy it—eat it up. And you love it. You love it because you love that drama. You all love that drama."
He’s Just Not That Into You (via christineohhh)
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I made another Beatles flowchart. Sing along with someone you love.
(Then buy them a print!)
Thom: You just haven’t figured it out yet, have you?Nick: What?Thom: The big picture!Nick: I guess not.Thom: The Beatles.Nick: What about them?Thom: This. [grabs Nick’s hand] Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3kjb0fR2t1qzy3cwo1_500.jpg)
I made another Beatles flowchart. Sing along with someone you love.
(Then buy them a print!)
Thom: You just haven’t figured it out yet, have you?
Nick: What?
Thom: The big picture!
Nick: I guess not.
Thom: The Beatles.
Nick: What about them?
Thom: This. [grabs Nick’s hand] Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.
GPOY
"So where are they now? Your friends, I mean? You’re always telling me about your friends and how you would do anything for them because they are your friends and how in return, they would die for you. I didn’t believe it then and I’m not believing it now. All of your friends have gone. The good people, YOUR people, that’s what you would call them. It was hard to keep from laughing in your face when you talked like that. I always wondered if that’s what you thought I was to you, if I was one of YOUR people. You’re so full of shit and now it’s even too deep for you to deal with. The truth is that you don’t have any friends, not now, not ever. You think you’re with someone and then you find that you’re just alone in a room with a stranger. You spent so much time running away from yourself, fulfilling imaginary duties to your friends, that you don’t even know who you are. When the shit comes down, you can’t even count on yourself. Isn’t that a shame. Get ready for one of the longest nights ever."
Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade)
Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can’t Lose.
"I am not in danger. I AM the danger."
Walter White
“Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can’t do anything with your easy words.”
I don’t think I’ll ever fully believe in love the way I believe in sex. Not because I want an excuse to sleep around, because fuck you, I’ll do what I want but, sober consenting sex with two adults is tangible.
Sex makes sense. Sex has a start time and an end time. Sex can be proven. Sex has a motive and a desired outcome. You can’t “fall out” of sex. You can’t take it back. Sex happened or didn’t. Sex requires participation. With sex, there’s control. Like Shikara said, “hips don’t lie.”
Love… Love is intangible. Love is undefinable and open to interpretation. I’ve never been able to figure out the “motive” for love. Why do people do it? What can you do with “love?” It won’t put food on the table, it won’t pay your bills, it won’t make someone that doesn’t want to stay, stay. It will probably crush you and make every relationship there after more difficult, and it might not even get you off. What do you get out of love, other than knowing it will eventually end?
Happiness is fleeting and that person that made you happy can decide, at any time, they no longer want to do so. You somehow decide that another human being, with whom you have no control over, is now responsible for “completing you” or “supporting you” or hell, even signing off to give a shit about you for the rest of your lives? How the hell did people decide that is supposed to work? If parent’s can disown there kids, what hope do other relationships have? What makes someone stay if providing life may not?
People will disappoint you and leave. That I understand. That I believe in. I believe in people’s neuroses, insecurities, complexes and bad childhoods. I believe people will always find an excuse to leave.
I believe in sex because I believe in passion, I believe in connections, I believe in adrenaline, I believe in endorphins, I believe in romance, and I believe in primal instinct. I also believe all these things are fleeting and temporary and because of that, one of the only human connections that is real.
You haven’t change, Shiboski. You’re a sophisticated, scotch swilling, cigar smoothing, red meat eating, gun toting New Yorker.
“Rule number one is, don’t sweat the small stuff. Rule number two is, it’s all small stuff.” -Robert Eliot
Other than with relationships, I’m getting much better at this. I’ve set up my life in a way that if something goes wrong I have the money and capabilities to take care of it. Not freaking out when I lose my keys or get a flat tire feels good… really good.
