E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction
David Foster Wallace
Well, he was sorta asking for it, dressing in such flammable clothing.
if he didnt want to get set on fire, he should have stayed indoors
He was probably drinking that night, alcohol makes you susceptible to fire.
If it’s a legitimate inferno, the male body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.
God I love you, Internet.
Why didn’t he stop, drop, and roll? He should have stopped, dropped, and rolled. He must have secretly wanted it.
If you read the article, eyewitnesses said the man had purchased a lighter earlier that same day. Dude probably set himself on fire and lied about it. Typical.
He should have relaxed and enjoyed it. After all it was just a bit of kindling cuddling
We need to start educating people about wearing fire-safe clothing and carrying extinguishers with them at all times. For their own safety.
Everytime i see this, the comments keep getting better
"That line is about the idea that if you love someone in a real way, more than yourself, then you’re no longer free because all your decisions are gonna be factored into their happiness and their well-being and you want to preserve that love. You have something to lose and you are scared to lose it."
Conor Oberst, on the lyrics, “everyone has a choice to be loved or to be free” and “freedom’s the opposite of love.” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.
In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."
Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)
A Period of Juvenile Prosperity - Mike Brodie
10 years. 80,000 km travel distance.
46 states. 170 Freight train.
Encounter with countless fellow.
"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via c-oquetry)
i grew up with a single mother on welfare, this ad campaign made me cry so hard when i first saw it on buzzfeed (www.buzzfeed.com/regajha/this-ad-campaign-will-make-you-rethink-the-way-you-see-under)