finally found out who the “They” is
“They don’t want you to eat healthy”
he used to look Issac from Barbershop
i just saw that movie bye “im the best barber in here” head ass
Yesterday I went to dinner to catch up with my buddy from the math department, and he told me this story about how he ran the city marathon in 2 hours, 59 minutes. That’s an amazing time. He was 19th out of thousands.
He was doing pretty well for the first half, but then his ankle started to hurt. He slowed down for a bit, but then this girl he passed before passed him, and he started overthinking whether or not it was awkward to pass the same person multiple times, and, like, what if they small-talked about it? He decided it was better to pass her and stay ahead, so he picked up the pace. A few miles later, he fell in with two dude-bros who started talking to him. Not pleased to find himself in the company of dude-bros, he pulled ahead once again. This continued for a while; every time he got closed to a group of other marathoners, his social anxiety kicked in and he ran faster because he felt nervous being near people.
TL;DR A mathematician ran an record marathon to avoid making small-talk with randos. He introverted his way into qualifying for the Boston marathon.
Start with Paint in Watercolour’s “Velocity” and just move on to any of these other albums. Seriously, just throw a dart at the board. I’ll list my favorite track from the albums in parentheses
I know I left out some staples like Luminous Orange, Tokyo Shoegazer and Pastel Blue but whatever. I doubt anyone’s gonna read this anyway
Let’s keep this going and add more to the list
marxist-cabbage asked:
fuckyeah1990s answered:
so about 2 years ago i fell in love with this girl from Canada, and it was great for awhile, but things didn’t work out and i was really depressed and suicidal about it, and i went through this crazy self destructive period where i was trying to hook up with anyone and everyone, so there was this girl from New York that I was friends with, and we were talking and I was like all trying to hook up with her, and she told me “ok, fine, 90s, if you come to NYC I’ll think about it.” probably thinking i wouldnt do it
so I did it, I dropped some E, I took a flight to NYC, and watched hardcore porno the entire flight there on my laptop. I get to NYC, and I find the cheapest hotel I can find, it was a Best Western in Jamaica, Queens for like $120 a night. and I text my friend and i was like “Hey, I’m here, my hotel is right by the subway so I can meet you anywhere..” and she was like “omg, wtf…” and I go to her apartment in Brooklyn and we chill, and I can tell she wasn’t going to fuck me, so I was like “Look, I came all the way down here to party and to fuck, and I realize thats obscene of me to say, but this is where I’m at emotionally, like this is all I want to do, I want to orgasm and I want to party… so can you just take me to some parties or something, idk, I’m pretty sure I’ll meet a girl that’ll want to fuck me there.” and she was like “omfg”…
so we go to this place for a concert, i think it was called The Silent Barn, and on the way shes all talking to me about her lame art projects, while I was on my smartphone texting all my friends in New York and asking them where I can buy drugs. So we get to this place and the bands are terrible and I’m looking around for anyone im attracted to, but all of the babes there were way too cool and sophisticated for me, like it was ridiculous, like there was no way any of the girls there would have fucked me if i were to just go up to any of them and start talking to them, so i decide to just focus on the girl that I came down originally to see.. I was like “This show is so lame, lets drop some E and go to Times Square and look at all the lights and billboards” and she was like “90s, just relax, I know youre depressed, but you’ll get over it. What the fuck are you doing?” and I was like “omg youre a nerd.” and I ditch her and go back to my hotel room
I lay down on my bed and stream the britney spears movie “Crossroads” on putlocker and I’m chugging Jack Daniels straight from the bottle, and texting the girl from Canada that broke my heart that I was going to kill myself, and then suddenly I get a call from New York girl, the one I came to see, and I answer it, and she was like “90s, where are you?” and I was all “I’m at my hotel drinking and watching the Britney Spears movie Crossroads and texting Canada girl that I’m going to kill myself.” and she was all “omfg you’re a mess 90s. I’m coming over.” and I tell her where my hotel is, and she gets there like an hour later and I’m like laying on my bed and listening to The Postal Service album “give up” and she was like “Are you going to be ok?” and I was like “Yeah, and you don’t have to fuck me, this was stupid. I’m sorry… you’re right I’m a mess…” and I chug Jack Daniels, and start sobbing… and i was like “Can I just masturbate to your boobs? Please? Like it doesn’t even have to be full boob, just bra boob.” and she was like, “Give me some of that ecstasy, and I’ll let you masturbate to my bra boobs.” so i gave her some, and she took her top off while i was on the bed masturbating to her bra boobs, and when i orgasmed i fell over onto the ground with cum all over myself and started sobbing, and the girl was like “I hope you feel better, 90s. Don’t do anything stupid.” and she left, and the next day i woke up feeling like crap and broke and had to borrow $300 from my mom to get a flight home
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