Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it.

How much can you know yourself if you’ve never been in a fight? I don’t wanna die with out any scars.

5/12/12 — 7:28pm

5/11/12 — 12:02am

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.

5/7/12 — 2:33am

It’s only after we’ve lost everything, that we are free to do anything.

Tyler Durden, The Fight Club

5/6/12 — 9:56pm

Source: m0rtality

5/6/12 — 12:11am

5/2/12 — 4:29pm

4/17/12 — 10:26pm

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Thanks for Nothing by Sum 41

4/17/12 — 10:20pm

Sergeant JT Sanborn: I’m ready to die, James.
Staff Sergeant William James: Well, you’re not gonna die out here, bro.
Sergeant JT Sanborn: Another two inches, shrapnel zings by; slices my throat- I bleed out like a pig in the sand. Nobody’ll give a shit. I mean my parents- they care- but they don’t count, man. Who else? I don’t even have a son.
Staff Sergeant William James: Well, you’re gonna have plenty of time for that, amigo.
Sergeant JT Sanborn: Naw, man. I’m done. I want a son. I want a little boy, Will. I mean, how do you do it, you know? Take the risk?
Staff Sergeant William James: I don’t know. I guess I don’t think about it.
Sergeant JT Sanborn: But you realize every time you suit up, every time we go out, it’s life or death. You roll the dice, and you deal with it. You recognize that don’t you?
Staff Sergeant William James: Yea… Yea, I do. But I don’t know why.
[sighs]
Staff Sergeant William James: I don’t know, JT. You know why I’m the way I am?
Sergeant JT Sanborn: No, I don’t.