#use

It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it. ↗

— Upton Sinclair

#evolution #ideology #obtuseness #understanding #ideology

The brain may die, but my compulsion for useless trivia lives on. ↗

— Molly Harper

#trivia #undead #useless-information #vampire-romance #information

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-eric #sookie-stackhouse #dead

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#present

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless. ↗

— John Mayer

#end #fork #high #high school #in the end

A brick could be used to liven up urinal chatter. Also, instead of just repeating “Yeah” while the guy peeing next to you is talking, try a more positive affirmation, like pinching his butt cheek. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#mirrors #reflections #seconds #shrinking #silence

Okay. Let's see what we've got." He lifted up her foot and said, "Well, what we've got here is a freakin' boat." Really?" She slammed her heel against the side of his face, snapping his head to one side. "How big are they now, Mitch?" Rubbing the abused side of his face, "Dainty little elf feet?" "Exactly. ↗

— Shelly Laurenston

#sissy #abuse

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#amnesia #dissociation #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue

Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she’d made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. “Let me go!” “In a minute.” As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. “Hit like this.” Done, he released her. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#sienna #abuse