"Get over it, people. Get over the Internet. Go outside. Get off this website. Make friends. Meet..."

“Get over it, people. Get over the Internet. Go outside. Get off this website. Make friends. Meet them in a bar. Buy someone you love something warm or nice to drink. Go to the park. Breathe in the air. Take in the outside. Look at the tiny flying things in the sky and wonder how they sing a song without overanalyzing every action, without eating each other alive. Watch how they eat only for sustenance, how they hoard only for others. Find a friend. Go to the beach, in the cold. Pick up a real thin rock at low tide and watch it skip, skip, skip and then descend. Watch your friend do it. Think about how satisfying it is, watching it float like that in between hops, then how silly it is that we do anything at all. Look over to your friend and watch him skip that fucker, satisfied, and forgive.”

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The President Took a Picture (via polymathlete)

My New Year’s resolution.

(via dilettantepickle)

Rub your butt on a gourd. Play harmonica on a train until someone asks you to stop, and then buy them a coffee. Tell your dentist how you REALLY feel. Clean your belly button in front of your significant other. Yell at a balloon. Get a tattoo and tell people you have no idea how it got there. Get angry when they assume you’re joking. Go outside and look at some birds. Look at those little fuckers. So self-satisfied. Fuck them. FUCK THEM. I HATE GODDAMN BIR