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  • 20 Feb
    08:02 am
    stonegold:

seahorsebear:

I guess it wouldn’t be wise to make a similar observation about female writers, no matter how true. Would it?

i dunno, I hate listening to white boys talk about Faulkner.
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    stonegold:

    seahorsebear:

    I guess it wouldn’t be wise to make a similar observation about female writers, no matter how true. Would it?

    i dunno, I hate listening to white boys talk about Faulkner.

    (Source: tmills)

  • 18 Sep
    08:06 am
    jacobschmacob:

BRAINZ

    jacobschmacob:

    BRAINZ

    (via jacobschmacob-deactivated201201)

    • #gpoy
    • #it's true i do
    • #zombie
    • #JAMIE GAVE ME THE SHIRT
  • 19 May
    04:40 am

    START LINE POETRY!

  • 04:37 am

    The eyesight couples a sexist soul throughout a factory.

  • 04:27 am

    A remedy holds a sweating dye around a skull

  • 22 Apr
    05:13 am

    I don’t know if I care or not

    I’m having these really high.low points of esteem (I’m 99.4% sure nowhere near bipolarity). I just seem to be all over the place. 

    Another happenstance that has manifested itself is relationships within my friendship circle. I’m not referring strictly to relationship, but to the friendly aspects. I enjoy that everyone refers to me as the genesis of friendships. This is quite lovely as I never really planned on being that close to anyone during college. As I deftly deflected friends and promoted friendships, so people could get along without me. I’ve slowly phased myself out of the picture. I can’t recall a weekend that I haven’t spent with myself this semester. Nut I;ve also noticed a chink in my armor.

    I don’t have that casual ability to feel comfortable around most people, including friend/acquaintances. This over anxious hindsight usually forces me to improve my  affectation, but I’m very sure it is visually/sensibly a touch odd.

  • 18 Apr
    06:44 am

    The Fuck-it Bucket List

    College Party

    Frist Drink

    Rolled party

    Touch a dino egg.

    Earn a BS none of that art shit. I’m an angry scientist. (2008) And not have my penis inside any body before that happens.

    Dress up as Link from Zelda for Halloween.

    Have a busking performance and not return home until I’ve made $30.

    Live like a local: locations TBD by 2013

    Visit a haunted/ghost town area and have a stay.

    Attend a Music Festival in another country

    Audition to be on TV/Movie (adult films don’t count)

    Blind Date

    Become a Bartender/Bartend

    Learn the basics of a martial art

    Nudist colony 

    See a solar eclipse

    Restore/Own a Classic car (not even classic, but one you like to look at that is older than you)

    Week of Silence

    Work at in a specialty area. (Music tuner, baker)

    $750 Minimum shopping spree (okay I’m really stingy sooo… yeah. and college tuition doesn’t count)

    Live on the street for a week/Volunteer with at-risk youth. 

    Give a lecture on a scientific/math topic.

    Drag Performance (give tips to whoev’s helps with my make up)

    Get published.

    Gay bar

    3 day water fast

    Play Rugby

    Have an art exhibition/installation

    Prepare a 6 course dinner

    Take a pan handler out for din/gift card

    *organization pending

  • 17 Apr
    19:14 pm

    Grandpa Style Efficiency

  • 06:27 am
    the machinery. the intricate cogs, gears, and endless opaque grease.
relegated to unbalanced proportions of efficiency striving for the gilded ideal perfection of Carnot 
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    the machinery. the intricate cogs, gears, and endless opaque grease.

    relegated to unbalanced proportions of efficiency striving for the gilded ideal perfection of Carnot 

  • 05:39 am

    Episode 1: The Phantom Chemist

    I stand before you an ambivalent man. And still unable to amalgamate all constituents of my cognitive faculties, and honestly I feel that they exist despite each other without synergy. 

    And what was that? My typical lexical frogmarch through the narrow brain vein by which I express myself. Basically the amorphous thoughts of my life through a small pastry bag hole. I enjoy that they come out pretty some days. 

    Anyway, inspired by some writing best friends, some elementary best friends, and some imaginary best friends, I’ve endeavored to write. Here we go.

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