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If you don’t agree with me you’re a fucking asshole
Arrow’s Theorem
We’ve had perfect ballots for 40 years and we still can’t choose a president
Littlewood’s law of large numbers
9000 stars can be seen on the darkest night. You can’t count for shit.
Death rates and mindshare, weird-ass people out there
Russel’s Paradox
A barber shaves everyone who doesn’t shave himself, so who shaves the barber?
We all contain nothing, just as no one contains everything
Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem
A world in black or white, true or false, must be inconsistent or incomplete
If you claim you have all the answers, you must be full of shit
Tarski’s Undefinablity Theorem
Any consistent language cannot define its own concept of truth
Lob’s Theorem
If you believe you can’t, you’re right
Expectations
Honest thoughts
The hardest thing was realizing I would never live up to my own expectations
I finally put down the chip on my shoulder and didn’t know what to do with it
I knew I’d changed people’s lives because people raved about it to me
I’m afraid to be successful ultimately, afraid to pour my heart in again
That I’ll confirm I’m such an outlier that nobody can actually relate to me
I achieved one of the dreams that everyone has, but it feels like a sham
It feels dishonest, a disservice to their frustrated hopes, to be unhappy with my accomplishments
I feel the distance between my desires and my reality so acutely and I have no
outlet through which to let those exasperations exorcise themselves
I’m afraid of failure too. To know I gave it my all and it wasn’t enough
I’m afraid of the dismal and forgettable limbo between failure and success
Imitation to find your voice
I thought, “I know, I’ll copy Ralph Waldo Emerson. He really spoke to me”
After some development, I’ve ended up between Shakespeare and Bukowski
The way Shakespeare prefaces his theses with solipsist descents to scatology
the way Bukowski cuts the BS “It means life is shit you fuckin’ idiots”
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will
You’re such a slut, you should totally sleep with me cause c’mon like
what’s one more dick when your vagina is like an ocean full of dicks
Agitproper
If you have to ask for power you have none
If conservatives just talked like liberals they could sweep, and vica versa
People used to really care about things, cared enough to commit violence!