justabigemptyhole
…that hole can’t be filled. We pretend because no one has the balls to live with the truth, the truth being that inside that hole, Jack, is what we really are: nothingness.
Interested to see how system will handle the crowds in Louisville or Ravencreek
I’m interested to see how my system will handle the crowds in Louisville or Ravenwood
Then they slide your silverware or straw over to you and say …and there’s that."
“Yes of course, that”
Holy shit that ui is poison on mobile
For Whom the Bell Tolls
“Ni**as fight on the hill in the early day…” == Make his
In a final act of defiance, the wasp robbed you of what you wanted most: the certain knowledge of its demise and the peace that comes with it When I am dying, I too will crawl away to my presumable death, never to be seen again. My enemies will spend the rest of their pitiful lives will be spent glancing over their shoulders and checking corners. Waiting for what will never come. They will never know a moment of true peace. The wasp can teach us a great deal about hate. Hate that is truly real and everlasting. All hail the wasp.