“He’s one of those people that’s so completely damaged already. That’s why he was such an amazing, natural actor. There was so much going on underneath. He had seen so much at such a young age that sometimes things were just too painful. You just don’t want any more pain in your life. He had this expressive face that you don’t have if you’ve had a happy-go-lucky life, and he wore it like a badge of honor.”
Many people experience the dying and rebirth - which is our fate - only this once during their entire life. Their childhood becomes hollow and gradually collapses, everything they love abandons them and they suddenly feel surrounded by the loneliness and mortal cold of the universe.
Very many are caught forever in this impasse, and for the rest of their lives cling painfully to an irrevocable past, the dream of the lost paradise - which is the worst and most ruthless of dreams.
RIP Tumblr
So Yahoo wants “…to create advertising opportunities that are seamless and enhance the user experience…”
I want them to go fuck themselves. Advertising does anything but ‘enhance’ the user experience - in fact it detracts from it entirely, changing a creative website into a corporate tool for profiteering.
They might be deluded enough to think the commercials will be ‘seamless’ - the userbase will spot the cynical promoted crap straight away.
Once again: fuck Yahoo.
Looks like Tumblr is going the same way as Geocities, and all the other once awesome sites ruined by profit hungry corporations who want to turn websites into ‘business models’. Fuck Yahoo.
Why does everything have to have a purpose? The world is a jungle and if you want my advice, don’t expect happiness. You won’t get it. People let you down, and I’m not naming any names, but in the end you die in your own arms. It’s all a big nothing. What makes you think you’re so special?
Freedom’s just another word for ‘nothing left to lose’
When the amber skies were filled
Seemed the days around were ripe for conquering
Now the joy has burned out and it’s gone
But I don’t know where
Even now I wonder where I’m going
Ever since a long time ago
I’ve tried to let my feelings show
I’d like to think I’m being sincere, but I’ll never know