Tracks
You don’t know pain until you’ve joined a fandom.
You don’t know torture until it’s gone on hiatus.
You don’t know insanity until it’s over.
You don’t know freedom until… nope you’re never free.
Years ago, when I first installed Tor and discovered the dark web, it was really cool. Here was a place on the internet where I could say whatever I wanted to say, do whatever I wanted to do—I could really be myself, you know? And then my 56-year-old mother decided to join. So yeah, that pretty much seals it. The dark web officially sucks now.
That’s too bad. It used to be fun going on there to anonymously purchase high-grade drugs, stolen credit card numbers, and industrial hacking tools. Not anymore. Now my mom is on the dark web doing the exact same things as me. Just this morning she was browsing TradeRoute for the best deals on MDMA, no doubt while sitting at our family’s desktop computer and sipping her first cup of coffee. She even messaged my friend MalPwned and chatted with him about Bulgarian amphetamine suppliers.
God, it’s so embarrassing.
whats cooler than being cool?
financial stability
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT
fun date idea: pay for my tattoo
No, fvck you. You hurt me. You treated me like an option and a piece of shit. You took me for granted. And for onceā€” I want to tell you that I donā€™t deserve to be treated as such. Iā€™d rather be on my own than to be with someone who makes me feel that Iā€™m just nothing. Please let that sink into your mind.
(via escafeism)
Love yourself first and donā€™t let anyone take you for granted. They donā€™t deserve you if they donā€™t treat you the way you treat them.
