this ain’t no place for no hero to call “home”.
you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it
Who hurt you
Actual College Student: I know this class is at 5:00 pm, but I'm wearing pajama pants and a tank top.
Actual College Professor: lol same.
I HATE FOX’S GOTHAM BYE
Happy birthday Jeremy John Irons! (September 19th, 1948)
As you get older, you look back and try to make sense of the sort of person you have become. And I think the most important thing that happened in my childhood was the first night I went to boarding school at the age of seven. I remember that night, and the loneliness. Also, my parents’ marriage broke up when I was 15. But I think it was that first night at seven years old when I felt something had broken, and I’ve spent my life trying to get back to that feeling of home. It’s the same sense of family that you find in the theater and movies. In fact, I’m hoping to make a film about that very subject - the need for home. You don’t really have a home until you have children. And that home is created by the children.