Then came the darker sooner, came the later lower. We were no longer a sweeter-here happily-ever-after. We were after ever. We were farther and further. More was the word we used for harder. Lost was our standard-bearer. Our gods were fallen faster, and fallen larger. The day was duller, duller was disaster. Our charge was error. Instead of leader we had louder, instead of lover, never. And over this river broke the winter’s black weather.
I think I have reblogged this like 8 billion times.
You learn to get by from day to day,” Sam Regan said sympathetically to him. “You never think in longer terms. Just until dinner or until time for bed; very finite intervals and tasks and pleasures. Escapes.
PKD - The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldtrich
The trouble with being educated is that it takes a long time; it uses up the better part of your life and when you are finished what you know is that you would have benefited more by going into banking.
PKD - The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
Am I being paid back for something I did? He asked himself. Something I don’t know about or remember? But nobody pays back, he reflected. I learned that a long time ago: you’re not paid back for the bad you do nor the good you do. It all comes out uneven at the end. Haven’t I learned that by now, if I’ve learned anything?
Phillip K Dick - Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said
one of the worst things about becoming educated on social issues is when people are like ‘you used to have a sense of humor’
no i used to have internalized prejudices which i’ve worked really hard to overcome and i realize now that your jokes are shitty
fuck fuck fuck yes
I just got back from hanging out with a good friend. He wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend. I gave him a little shit for looking for another man’s approval and then he made a fucking rape joke about 5 minutes later.
Thing about rape jokes? You never know who around you that you could be legitimizing. And that’s why it is not fucking funny.
This post I’m reblogging was my experience that I got in response.
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair… Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
We later learned that all the nineteen passengers in the non-smoking compartment had been killed. When the plane had hit the water a hole had been made in the plane and the water had rushed in. I had told a friend at Oslo who was finding me a place that he must find me a place where I could smoke, remarking jocularly, ‘If I cannot smoke, I shall die’. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be true.
1) When they randomly drive the 30 minutes to your place in order to surprise you with food and good times, don’t let them in immediately. Instead, stare at them through the door in a confused state while loudly muttering, “What in the fucking hell!?”
2) When she gets excited at any anniversary measured in weeks, shrug and say, “Yeah.”
3) When she gets all stoked to show you some new show she loves, complain that she’s interrupting the anime binge you started as a way to avoid thinking about work.