"By the way nobody knows. Nobody knows what the f—k is going on. You’re going to die. You’re going to lay next to the people that you know the most in life, the people that you’re going to grow old with. But you’re going to lay next to them in the middle of the night deeply curious about them and who they are, because nobody f—king knows anything."
You know what this summer was? This summer was ISIS, beheadings, missing airplanes, airplanes shot down, religious minorities being persecuted, black Americans being persecuted, militarized police, Iggy Azalea having the “song of the summer,” Robin Williams hanging himself, and finding out Hello Kitty isn’t even a fucking cat. 2014 was the summer of existentialism, and it’s the kind of summer and cultural climate during which we should all discuss the matter of dying sad, scared, confused, and alone more often.
Yes, I’d have to agree: Kristen Stewart has it figured out.
Scientists say one of the greatest environmental and economic disasters in the nation’s history — the rapid land loss occurring in the Mississippi Delta — is rushing toward a catastrophic conclusion.
"In 50 years, most of southeastern Louisiana not protected by levees will be part of the Gulf of Mexico. The state is losing a football field of land every 48 minutes — 16 square miles a year — due to climate change, drilling and dredging for oil and gas, and levees on the Mississippi River. At risk: Nearly all of the nation’s domestic energy supply, much of its seafood production, and millions of homes.”
If I had more time, I’d marco up a screenshot of a iPhone game call ‘Page View Whore’ — you would be an aspiring writer blogger who wants to be famous and you would complete a series of repetitive tasks: writing a trend piece for a third tier blog three days too late, doing a ‘reading’ a coffee shop in quirklyn, tweeting at bloggers just slightly more famous than yourself. The boss battle would be doing a profile of Kim Kardashian, in which you have to make appropriately snarky asides, signaling that you are above your subject, still able to fling witty arrows at her while standing on her shoulders.
Just read a post by youngmanhattanite that bashes Chicago. Most of what was said has been true in my experience. However it also perpetuates my belief, New Yorkers love New York like a Nicholas Sparks novel, obsessively. #BorderlineUnhealthy