I reckon.
bwansen:

(via CarFreiTag)

Nothing means anything, you’re not here for anything, everyone is going to die.

buffalo-divine-eden-no7:

Memento Mori, 18th century, unknown artist

"Remember, O Man, Look who you are How unequal Dead and Alive are”

buffalo-divine-eden-no7:

Memento Mori, 18th century, unknown artist

"Remember, O Man, Look who you are
How unequal Dead and Alive are”

Broke my key off in the door for the first time in my life.

Broke my key off in the door for the first time in my life.

From http://existentialcomics.com/

My Invincible Summer

January has sucked. Broke up with my girlfriend and moved out. Broke my phone and no money to replace it. Xbox got stolen. My best friend and I aren’t working together anymore, which sucks because on the ambulance you need someone you can trust to work with you. There’s no internet at the new apartment. Not to mention the damn weather.

I’ve got my books, I’m in good health, and I’ve got a bottle of whiskey. Even with all of the change, I know it’ll all work out, and I’m looking forward to seeing the results of what’s going on.

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger — something better, pushing right back.”

I freewheel a lot. I get an idea to do something, and, hey, why not, I do it. I reckon I’ll become President of the Galaxy, and it just happens, it’s easy. I decide to steal this ship. I decide to look for Magrathea, and it all just happens. Yeah, I work out how it can best be done, right, but it always works out. It’s like having a Galacticredit card which keeps on working though you never send off the checks. And then whenever I stop and think - why did I want to do something? - how did I work out to do it? - I get a very strong desire just to stop thinking about it. Like I have now.

The hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy