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Girl Talk is how hipsters listen to top 40 songs without admitting they listen to the radio.
TRUTH!
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this is all I needed in my life.
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Getting my perv on with the help of David’s glasses.
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Tonight some dude asked for a simple definition of a “hipster”….
my response was this.
A faux intellectual who dresses like a character from The Great Gatsby…
my answer itself was hipster…SO META!
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(via astrodiego)
I don’t know what this is….but for some reason…i like it…
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(by nan lawson)
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Now for some things i wrote while drunk….
I find solace in this place, with it’s cliques. Smoke thickens the air. All this wanting and needing. Everyone’s “needs” are fulfilled here. Filling themselves with momentary joy. Can any of these lost souls truly find what they want or is this place of wanton excess just a filler in their pointless empty lives. And what does it say of me? Drunk on obsession. High on self pity. Does this lead to happiness? Does this lead to fulfillment? Is this what makes the most of a man?
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Sitting with vodka and short skirts. Is this what is expected? Am I supposed to be happy. I continue this pointless searching. I find myself wandering through the dredges of the hipster class. Looking far intellectual equals, but all i find is nothing but fashionistas, coke whores and hipster sluts. Can this be my El Dorado. This city of shit and gold. Failure of the future is all I find here.
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Urging. Wanting. Is this of constant seeking actually worth it?
Livers. Lovers. Fuckers. Feeders. What do we do that separates us from animals? With our elaborate mating dances. Does possession of a “higher mind” really make us all that much better? Could this culture and society we’ve created raise us above or animal instincts of procreation. Does fucking for fun make us who we are?
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you’re welcome.
