Done with Tumblr for awhile (except for my porn browsing account)

I generally feel like I don’t fit in.

1)I’m 6-10 years older than most of the people on here.

2)My “primary” hobby is reading. Most book related content on Tumblr is decontextualized quotes, bad fan art, or pictures of book shelves. I’ve been on here for about 18 months, and I can’t really remember having any particularly meaningful discussions about books.

3)The format of Tumblr makes it hard to have discussions.

4)I’m tired of the outrage that infects Tumblr and most social media. With Tumblr in particular, I’m tired of media being constantly analyzed through the social justice lens. Tempests in teacups abound.

5)There’s a lot of movies, shows, comic books, etc. that people on Tumblr REALLY seem to be into that I am either ambivalent towards or actively dislike.

So basically, you guys aren’t into what I’m into, I’m not into what you’re into, you like to discuss media in a way I don’t, and I lack the emotional maturity and grace to not be pissed off by it all. 

Thanks for the funny image memes guys.

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Colonel Jessup, A Few Good Men

I was wondering when someone in conservative land was going to point out how the people who always oppose any kind of military action are suddenly calling for the US to do something about this situation. Dude fucking crushed it.

Even in the twenty-first century there are people who are incapable of abiding Darwin’s theory unless they can reconcile it with their Creator and His design. Losing hold of these shielding eidolons would make them honor-bound to become unhinged, so they might say, because the world as they knew it would molder away in their palsied arms. Unprepared to receive the evidence, they run from it as any dreamer runs from a horror at his heels. They think that when this horror closes in on them they will die of madness to see its shape and know the touch of what they believe should not be. No doubt they would survive the experience, as so many have done before them. We have already weathered torrents of knowledge we were not meant to know yet were doomed to know. But how much more can we take? How will the human race feel about knowing that there is no human race—that there is no one? Would this be the end of the greatest horror tale ever told? Or might it be the reinstatement of the way things had been before we had lives of our own? For now, those who cannot abide even Darwin’s theory without the Creator beside them seem to be safe. To quote Lovecraft on the subject of forbidden knowledge, “The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little.” But perhaps they will one day. Then the time may come to engage Zapffe’s solution for saving the future from the curse of consciousness.

Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy against the Human Race: A Contrivance of Horror (via lichtvorbei)

Adding this book to my to read list.

Know that I am not afraid of you. Know that I, too, was in the wilderness, and I, too, ate locusts and roots; that I, too, blessed freedom, with which you have blessed mankind, and I, too, was preparing to enter the number of your chosen ones, the number of the strong and mighty, with a thirst ‘that the number be complete.’ But I awoke and did not want to serve madness.
The Devil, The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky