that the numbers “1-4-3” are code for “I love you.”

This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. It makes me want to throw up, mop it up with my hair, douse my self in kerosene, and go out in a blaze of glorious rage. I also learned that there’s an artist named “Musiq” who popularized this “143” faggotry with a song. I’m at a loss for words to describe how much rage I’m experiencing… I mean come the fuck on! “Musiq”? Seriously? “Musiq”???????

Quitting weed, putting a stop to my drinking, and stomping out of my wide variety of drug use was a pain in the ass, but manageable for the most part. But cigarettes… holy shit. From my first puff at age 13 as a kid trying to be cool until now at age 21 and eight months, I have been a happy slave to the tobacco industry. And for the last four years, I’ve hardly gone a day without one. These last 24 hours have been excruciating. It’s like there’s concrete flowing through my veins. Tensed up as shit, anxiety though the roofs, and jaw cramping from all the fucking nicorette I’ve been chomping on. I can’t even imagine how shitty this would be without the nicorette. I probably would have already rampaged through most of Burbank with a fucking machete and a barrel of gasoline by now. 

fukkkres:

Today on the radio, I heard a statistic that claimed the majority of voting Americans speak between an 8th and 9th grade level. It was followed by the statistic that 97% of tumblr users own a dildo and have shelves filled with books they’ve heard inspiring quotes from, none of which have a truly cracked spine.