Borders and Shading

I wake up every day

and I think how my fellow p.o.s humans have another chance to impress me. Maybe they can prove that there is still some humanity left. But no.
Driving to work, being at work, driving home from work, going to the fucking supermarket, seeing ridiculous posts on shitbook and links to twitter (that tend to show just how “original” everyone thinks they’re being and how everyone completely disregards all that they learned in schools while growing up), and so much fucking more. They’ll never change. Why should I be the one to make a change? I think I’m fine the way I am. When has one man made a difference in the last 30 years? Maybe one day I I’ll break the mold.

Until then, I hope the world does meet a reasonable cataclysm. Maybe then everyone will learn to swim. Hopefully I can disconnect in the mean time.

In Brennan’s Eyes

Everything is food

This is tricky sometimes

Not feeling okay emotionally/physically/etc?

Go look at tumblr, you’ll forget you were a fucking mess after seeing at least 3 cat gifs, 14 Doctor Who references, and 80 posts of randomized humor and art. 

Enjoy your stay.