What is a period?

«Your period is like coming home one day and finding that your spouse has constructed this entire new baby bedroom inside your house and you have to tell them “Sweetie we don’t have a baby” and then your spouse FLIPS THE FUCK OUT like “The FUCK do you mean we don’t have a baby I DID ALL THIS WORK” and then they spend the next week tearing the whole room apart and throwing it out into the street and screaming at you and then finally when the room is completely gutted they calm down and say “It’s okay hon we’ll have a baby next month” and then they start building the room again AND THIS SHIT KEEPS GOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL YOU HIT LIKE 50 AND THEN YOUR SPOUSE LEAVES YOU BUT NOT BEFORE SETTING THE WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE SO IT’S NEVER THE SAME AGAIN»

Lou Vs. Rick

LouisTheCat: its not your fault rick
LouisTheCat: this is what the world is like now
LouisTheCat: ive seen it
LouisTheCat: people are lonely
LouisTheCat: theyre scared
LouisTheCat: they feel like theyre supposed to connect with others this way now
LouisTheCat: through screens and keyboards
LouisTheCat: so they put more and more of their lives out there
LouisTheCat: the toots
LouisTheCat: the rants
LouisTheCat: the sandwiches
LouisTheCat: rick they all want the same thing
LouisTheCat: to feel like theyre not alone
LouisTheCat: they take all of the likes and the hearts and the stars and they count them like they mean something
LouisTheCat: and the more they get
LouisTheCat: and the further they go down that road of mistaking them for companionship
LouisTheCat: for understanding
LouisTheCat: the more they trust strangers and pixelated representations of their loved ones with their self worth
LouisTheCat: the closer they come to really understanding that those things dont validate their lives
LouisTheCat: and they never did
LouisTheCat: not compared to a hug
LouisTheCat: not compared to really watching the look on a friends face when you share something you created
LouisTheCat: not compared to even a simple hello on the street
LouisTheCat: theyre all getting lonelier rick
LouisTheCat: lonelier by the day
LouisTheCat: and they dont know how to turn it around
LouisTheCat: and theyre scared that its already too late
LouisTheCat: and theyre not sure if anyone even wants to know anything real about them
LouisTheCat: they worry that nobody remembers how to react to real life with more than a mouse click
LouisTheCat: they feel like strangers everywhere they go
LouisTheCat: aliens in their own homes
LouisTheCat: and the idea of true and actual silence
LouisTheCat: that idea terrifies them rick
LouisTheCat: anyway thats why i havent been covering up my poops lately

http://louisvsrick.com/

El Carrusel

Nostalgia – it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, «nostalgia» literally means «the pain from an old wound.» It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels – around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

Became insane (via Detodounpoco)

via Detodounpoco

Frase número diez

«She’s late like she always is. And like always, she’s worth the wait»
– Dwight, A Dame To Kill For