Is there an update to the tumbkr app for android I’m not aware of? Cause it kinda sucks right now..

If you could choose one, would you die alone or unenlightned?

Michael Stipe probably turned out gay because if he couldn’t have Patti Smith no other woman would suffice..

I think I’m gonna follow every religious joke I post with that until it become played out..

Cause this is really a random occurrence to me. If anything, I’m in the minority being one who was given his name, which he’ll have the rest of his life, barring acts of the courts. For those who don’t know, I was named Nick after Saint Nicholas. AKA, the Patron Saint of Children, AKA Santa Claus, AKA Kris Kringle, AKA the guy who delivers presents on that all-important holiday that I first experienced when I was three days old. In short, I was named Nick because I was born three days before Christmas. And I gotta admit, I take a certain amount of pride in this. Just to be named after anyone at all, who’s not (especially not) a sketchy relative, is pretty nice. And to be fair, my parents were taking a gamble with it. For all they knew, I could’ve grown up to hate Christmas for some reason. I could’ve even stopped believing in my namesake at six, like my sister, instead of sticking with it until my 13th birthday when my parents had to burst my bubble for my own safety, so they told me. But no, they named their second son Nick after Saint Nick and lo and behold he grew up to love Christmas for all the right reasons and at least, when he wasn’t too busy with his own nonsense, tries to be a pretty giving person. The thing I find myself randomly wondering though, is was I born into this? Because, and not to sound like I’m to the point of martyrdom, having a namesake’s a hell of a thing! Y’know how many kids my age are named Dustin? A lot! What’s that give them to live up to? Shit, I dunno, they have to grow up to be made of feathers and whisk away filth? They’re obligated to invent a new model of Swiffer? No…cause that’s all nonsense. Just like being named Nick for any other reason than being being so close to Christmas is nonsense. I mean, this is one of the 10 most popular names in America, last I checked, and to be honest I’ve known quite a few assholes who share my handle. And they’re cool with it, because everything else in their life apparently pointed them toward being an asshole, so what the hell should their name have to do with it?

I suppose the reason, mayhap a subconscious-and-I’m-just-now-realizing-it reason, is that, knowing I’m named after an embodiment of the best of human nature, I should at least be a damn good person. And I’m tryin for it. I’m not so good at it sometimes, but the fact I’m even aware of that is a step in the right direction, eh? Nah, I suppose I’m doing all right if anytime I fuck up with that I pull out my wallet and look where my drivers license says, “Nicholas.” Greek for, “victory of the people.” The giver. That as much as I’ve taken from life I’m apparently predetermined to give. I dunno, maybe it’d be a good thing for people to think about these things more often. It’s amazing how inspiring a word your parents decided you’d be known as your whole life can be..

Unfortunately for myself, most if not all of my actions are followed by the question, “what does this say about me?” Putting as much time as I have into my Oscar predictions is no different. To justify it in the simplest terms, I can easily say, “I’m involved in an Oscar pool, and I kind of need the money.” So of course I’ll take this opportunity to get a payday out of predicting the proclivities of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. This only becomes problematic when I look at myself as an aspiring filmmaker and think of how lucky I would feel to even have one of my productions seen by a mainstream audience, let alone considered “the best picture/screenplay/cinematography/directing/containing the best performance by an actor leading or supporting. It could easily be considered narcissistic on my part that I’ve thought about what I’d say in my acceptance speech should I win such an award. At the same time, it’s what gives me a kick start. Honestly, at this point, as long as I become more than nothing, I’ll have made as much of a mark as I need to make. I suppose the main goal is to be like Kilgore Trout leaving his footprints in the wet cement, thusly saying, “I am here, I am here, I am HERE!” And if my Oscar money can put me there, why the hell not?

Sam summed this up to me in many more words. For my part, I’ll just say, “ah humanity!”

raptoravatar:

heyveronica:

gdayalexmarie:

Okay, so, basically, it’s a vibrator, but, it goes with the rhythm/beat of whatever you are listening to.

It’s $69.99. (lol)

My friend and I saw this in our Human Sexuality class presentation, looked at each other and our jaws dropped.

“Dubstep.”

DUBSTEP

Lightning Bolt?

Also, does this put anyone else on some “Like a fish needs a bicycle.” shit?

..porn in which the guy’s junk was digitally replaced with a gun? Eh?