The Lovely Journey of A Well Adjusted Man

“Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive.”

“It is such a quiet thing, to fall... But far more terrible is to admit it.”

“Have I truly become a monster?”

“No! No. Brad, just... stop. You are all the things that are wrong with you. It's not the alcohol or the drugs or any of the shitty things that happened to you in your career or when you were a kid, it's you! Alright? It's you. ...Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”

“excuse me??????? i have a boyfriend.”

i think that's the first post i've seen from you in like, 2 years, where've you been?

“Don’t forget! The impossible is possible! All you gotta do is make it so!”

“if she breathe, she a thot”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh, how about no”

“Please… PLEASE BRING AMBERLAMPS!” (source: Smosh)

Knock knock, it's the United States

I turned the “wanted” into “warning” ;)

"Oh fuck he has a gun"

I’m modern art,you fuck!!! 

Do you know what your about to experience? ………………………My flatulence……. 

Man, I see in Downtown Olathe the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.