#bs

I’m 30-years-old, and I still can’t get out from under my father’s shadow. He’s really tall, so maybe I’ll just ask him to move over a few feet. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#age #bizarre #family #father #feet

Nothing is ever certain. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#cruel #death #lies #phrases #sad

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#accept #here #i #me #same

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#death #depression #fun #greed #suicide

Stick Boy liked Match Girl, He liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure, he thought she was hot. But could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick? It did quite literally; he burned up quick. ↗

— Tim Burton

#death

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death #dying #life #living #death

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#life #philosophy #science #death

-My son was 32 when he died.
 -Degrees? So he froze to death, huh? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny-dialogue #death

I don't eat friggin' lobster or anything like that. Because they're alive when you kill it. ↗

— Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi

#food #idiots #lobster #death

If you heard your lover scream in the next room and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood. You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? ' No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body. Which do you rush to and comfort first? ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#hunting-for-cherubs #poetry #death