“You are free, so choose; in other words, invent. No general code of ethics can tell you what you ought to do; there are no signs in this world…It is we, ourselves, who decide who we are to be”—Jean-Paul Sartre (via human-voices)
U R A SPECIAL BUTTERFLY
WUT DO U MEAN, THERE IS NO LINE OF PEOPLEZZ WANTIN 2 GET N UR BED??
NEWAYZ, 1 YES, SLEEP. NOT YET BUT AT 1 AM 2 IF TRUE THEN WHY EVERY TIEM I SAYS I NOT SLEEP PPL LOOK AT ME LYKE I STOOPID? 3 IS UP THERE CUZ I DIDN'T FELL LYKE WAITING 4 OK
2nite there mite be, since people will be like 600x as drunk as usual.
Ppl at ur skool must be weerd. We stay up all night and drink at least 4 or 5 nites a week.
n. the cringe of embarrassment while witnessing an oddly public display of emotional vulnerability, which is the kind of magic trick a good magician never explains—the forces of trust obscured behind a curtain, an endless chain of memories pulled gradually from an open mouth, sparks of rage and bouquets of affection that appear out of nowhere—which allows people to try to figure it out for themselves, watching the stage intently while the magician scans the crowd, looking for volunteers.
n. the instinctive tendency to see someone as you knew them in their youth, a burned-in image of grass-stained knees, graffitied backpacks or handfuls of birthday cake superimposed on an adult with a degree, an illusion formed when someone opens the door to your emotional darkroom while the memory is still developing.
So, in my Ethics class today, we studied a dude named Kant. Kant had some pretty baller ideas about always doing what’s best for everyone. Neat, right? Well, what’s neater (or more neat?) is the way that my professor pronounces the name “Kant,” which always makes it sound like “cunt.” This made…