Arcade of frescoes, Rila Monestery, Bulgaria.
The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: “Gimme that! It’s mine!” These people were given everything, everything was handed to them, and they took it all, sold it all; sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, and they stayed loaded for twenty years and had a free ride. But now they’re staring down the barrel of middle-age burnout, and they don’t like it.
They don’t like it, so they’ve become self-righteous, and they wanna make things hard for young people. They tell em abstain from sex, say no to drugs. As for rock ‘n’ roll, they sold that for television commercials a long time ago so they can buy pasta machines and StairMasters and soybean futures.
You know something? They’re cold, bloodless people. It’s in their slogans, it’s in their rhetoric: “No pain, no gain,” “Just do it,” “Life is short, play hard,” “Shit happens, deal with it,” “Get a life.” These people went from “Do your own thing” to “Just say no!” They went from “Love is all you need” to “Whoever winds up with the most toys, wins”, and they went from cocaine to Rogaine.
And you know something? They’re still counting grams, only now it’s fat grams. And the worst of it is we have to watch the commercials on TV for Levi’s loose-fitting jeans and fat-ass Docker pants because these degenerate, yuppie, Boomer cocksuckers couldn’t keep their hands off the croissants and the Häägen-Dasz and their big fat asses have spread all over and they have to wear fat-ass Docker pants. Fuck these Boomers, fuck these yuppies… and fuck everyone, now that I think of it.”
George Carlin, 1996 (via memento—vivere)
The fact that Georgie said this 17 years ago yet no one can grasp this today is fucking repulsive.
This weekend’s adventure is to Wales, which is about a 5 hour train ride from London.
We have a fun packed few days with activities like coasteering, sea kayaking, and hiking along the beautiful Pembrokeshire coast. Not sure if I’ll be up for wading through the freezing cold water involved in coasteering, but I might just give it a try :)
Hoping that this weekend is a relaxing break from the hustle and bustle of London life.
Arch, Oxford, England
photo via vacilandoe
“Star Trek was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins not just to tolerate, but take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms.”Gene Roddenberry (via megasilly)
It starts of like oh okay set my eyes on fire, melt my heart, punch me in the stomach bc of the absolute and complete perfection of this i don’t mind…
then, THEN that beautiful little bastard fuck shit fucker and rUBS HIS FACE AGAINST HIS HANDS…
YOU ARE NOT A KITTEN (granted you look like one, BUT NEVERTHELESS YOU ARE NOT ONE) YOU DO NOT PUBLICLY RUB YOUR FACE AGAINST YOUR BOYFRIENDS HANDS BC HE STOPS TOUCHING YOU
i know it worked but don’t you even go theRE
he is the biggest little shit ever
OK so now that I have lost any and all credibility, the man spam is over.
unless you’ve juust come across this post…. cause then well… yeah you’re about to see some serious thirst… and I’m sorry.
I’m kind of upset that the only thing to describe this is a little monster phrase… but YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSs
I don’t know if I’ve been programmed to like treasure trails by society, or am biologically inherently drawn to them… but yes
technically you can’t see peen soooooooooooo