Gotta love the internet

thesweetestpsychopath:“Remain Akubi Zone and FuckYeahDogs participant..FuckTeahThis and FuckYeahThat…FuckYeahRetards”
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akubizone , why don’t you keep your comments to yourself instead of tagging them on to what others post.

So sad, so sorry. I can't believe I've fallen into this absurdity.

Flower Girl and Monk

Benjamin Goss via Yotta

yotta1000:
The monk in Soho (via Benjamin Goss)

Feeling "Functionally Heterosexual" Today

reblog with your sexuality
“functionally heterosexual.” Would now be the time to call into question the use of our sexualities as a primary element in our identities? What’s the going logic on this amongst the Foucaultians and late night chat show hosts?

“Functionally Heterosexual” mantis or dog?

Leave me alone

ryoichi yamazaki
The children here are patients with a Japanese culture-specific syndrome called “Culture-bound syndrome”, the symptoms of which include a fear of people (Taijin-kyoufusho) and eating disorder.

In other news, Santa F. Clause has provided another varation on the Banking Queen...



And Akubi Zone just reblogged this...

hungryghoast:
the sex issue.
(via Punks Is Hippies)

Also via Akuzi Zone, a brilliant poet in the making...
Rant
cupcakedonutmuffin:
My back hurts and I have to study for a biology test. Basicly this day was going great until break comes and then I’m on the floor. Or maybe it was lunch.

I hate lunch. Lunch is stupid. I hate the people I sit with at lunch. They are stupid. I hate that I continually sit with them at lunch when I can find better people to sit with at lunch. I wish that people would just listen to people, and not wait till it’s too late. I’m not too late, but I still want someone to talk to me and care about my problems. Someone who could just know that something’s wrong and help. I wish that I wasn’t so quiet. I wish I had something to say. It is absolutely ridiculous that I haven’t found a group of friends to hang out with yet. I hate high school. I hate being timid. I hate being tired. I hate not being able to concentrate. And I hate not knowing what to wear in the morning.

I hate the fact that I have to get organized for tommorrow morning. I hate that I looked bad today. I hate that I can’t get my hair to look good anymore. I hate that I can’t apply makeup in an attractive way anymore. I hate that I have to walk home by myself everyday. I hate that I have a biology quiz on Wednesday. I hate that my friend broke her ankle. I hate that I have terrible posture. I hate that I’m not friendly. I hate that I’m not happy. I hate that I’m not welcoming. I hate that I’m introverted. I hate that I care too much. I hate that my parents liked me better when I was younger. I hate that they don’t like me now. I hate that I can be a bitch. I hate that this year is going by so slowly. I hate that I regret what I say sometimes. I hate that I like this guy in my last class. I hate that I am a freshmen. I hate that I didn’t sit next to this girl at lunch. I hate my bad breath. I hate that I am unattractive.

I hate that I hate so much.
I hate my sweaty hands. I hate my flat bangs. I hate my ugly hair. I hate my aching back. I hate missing middle school. I hate that this year doesn’t go by quicker. I hate that last year was better. I hate that last summer kind of sucked. I hate that I’m unhappy. I love that you read this.
I like your rant. I cannot imagine any hell worse than being your age again… If you liked it, there would have to be something seriously wrong with you.

Banking Queen

via Santa Flipper Clause

RIP Ted K.

Ritual Cat

remblr:
猫に学んだ大切な・・・ ： 動物 ペット 写真 あにまる。｜ウーマンエキサイト　ライフスタイル　あにまる。

Janitoroflunacy:
When the spiritual teacher and his disciples began their evening meditation, the cat who lived in the monastery made such noise that it distracted them. So the teacher ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening practice. Years later, when the teacher died, the cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session. And when the cat eventually died, another cat was brought to the monastery and tied up. Centuries later, learned descendants of the spiritual teacher wrote scholarly treatises about the religious significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.
Zen

Hmmm, once my batteries recharge I’ll have to take a photo of my insane cat but she looks nothing like this.

This mst be a Rinzai puzzle.
In other news, Candide seem to be on the front page of a Wikipedia - yet another depressing book that ruined me as a kid.

The work describes the abrupt cessation of this existence, followed by Candide's slow, painful disillusionment as he witnesses and experiences great hardships in the world. Voltaire concludes with Candide, if not outright rejecting optimism, advocating an enigmatic precept, "we must cultivate our garden", in lieu of the Leibnizian mantra of Pangloss, "all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds".