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welcome to the wiring inside my head. The tick tock of my life is played out here. My thoughts all in one.Exspectata ut satus quod terminus.This blog started on: October 23, 2010

holographing:

i have so many corny thoughts throughout the day that i never tell anyone because theyre so gross 

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cooldragonboy4000:

i just ordered dominos and they gave me this

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so i was like what the fuck and complained (literally how do u even eat this? tell me.) and they gave me another pizza and i was so excited to see how like perfectly constructed this next pizza was gonna be because wouldn’t you assume they would care more in order to Satisfy the Customer. well

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i am suing dominos and i hate america 

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allhalebreaksloose:

interstellarmage:

i knew this guy in middle school who when asked about his future plans, even by school counselors or teachers would without fail always chant,

KICK ASS, GO TO SPACE
REPRESENT THE HUMAN RACE

i wonder what he’s up to these days.

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instinctualisation asked: I have been following your blog for around three years now and I'm still impressed by the content, but moresoever, am impressed by the inherent secrecy [?] surrounding your character. I'm guessing you went into some kind of scholarship, allowing you to rummage a certain carreer from which you pulled out at ease the funds to live. Would you mind sharing what you do, for a living? With love, from Montréal, Qc, Canada.

anemptyspace:

Thank you for following for so long! I do appreciate it. And as for my secrets… I don’t know. What would you like to know? I went to college for art, though that was some time ago. I do not still maintain an active studio practice. Though I do maintain certain types of relationships to the art world via those still travelling through it. I am more of an externality now. I do not have a career or a path. I have an unremarkable job as a teacher. I live in Tokyo. I was born in Seoul. And I grew up in the Southern United States. I am not an expat though. I am an exile.

Again, I do not know how to really answer the question of my character. That is for others to describe. Much in the same way that you cannot see your own face or hear the real sound of your voice. There is probably a certain estimation you could make from the content of this blog. In the arts, we talk about how everything is self-portraiture. Which is to say that everything is already right here. People are always giving themselves away these days. You just have to learn to decipher the information correctly. And omissions are everything.

I apologize for the vague answers. I’m not trying to be dodgy. Thank you for writing. I have always heard that Montreal is beautiful. I hope to see it some day.