Heaven Is Overrated

Crazy crumbs.

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Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
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John Edens, a clinical psychologist at Texas A&M University, has cautioned against spending money on research to identify children at risk of psychopathy. “This isn’t like autism, where the child and parents will find support,” Edens observes. “Even if accurate, it’s a ruinous diagnosis. No one is sympathetic to the mother of a psychopath.
Can You Call a 9-Year-Old a Psychopath? - NYTimes.com (via brooklynmutt)

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digatisdi:

When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:

And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.

In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.

Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”

So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”

There’s a Kafka short story for that.

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kleptic:

Harry: You realize of course that we could never be friends. 
Sally: Why not? 
Harry: What I’m saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. 
Sally: That’s not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. 
Harry: No you don’t. 
Sally: Yes I do. 
Harry: No you don’t. 
Sally: Yes I do. 
Harry: You only think you do. 
Sally: You say I’m having sex with these men without my knowledge? 
Harry: No, what I’m saying is they all WANT to have sex with you. 
Sally: They do not. 
Harry: Do too. 
Sally: They do not. 
Harry: Do too. 
Sally: How do you know? 
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. 
Sally: So, you’re saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive? 
Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail ‘em too. 
Sally: What if THEY don’t want to have sex with YOU? 
Harry: Doesn’t matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story. 
Sally: Well, I guess we’re not going to be friends then. 
Harry: I guess not. 
Sally: That’s too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York. 

kleptic:

Harry: You realize of course that we could never be friends. 

Sally: Why not? 

Harry: What I’m saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. 

Sally: That’s not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. 

Harry: No you don’t. 

Sally: Yes I do. 

Harry: No you don’t. 

Sally: Yes I do. 

Harry: You only think you do. 

Sally: You say I’m having sex with these men without my knowledge? 

Harry: No, what I’m saying is they all WANT to have sex with you. 

Sally: They do not. 

Harry: Do too. 

Sally: They do not. 

Harry: Do too. 

Sally: How do you know? 

Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. 

Sally: So, you’re saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive? 

Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail ‘em too. 

Sally: What if THEY don’t want to have sex with YOU? 

Harry: Doesn’t matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story. 

Sally: Well, I guess we’re not going to be friends then. 

Harry: I guess not. 

Sally: That’s too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York. 

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