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FINISHED THE FUCKASS BOOK #INFINITE JEST WARRIOR

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I associate the strokes with michael pemulis so strongly for reasons inexplicable to me

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ur right i need to scream this to the world There Is No Universe In Which Michael Pemulis Tops

Are there other college girlies obsessed with infinite jest and kind of yaoi-fying pemcandenza or what’s the deal

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incandemulis in my bed (i have them in a glass cage as i observe them enact various yaoi scenarios), ortho stice in my head (he keeps appearing in my dreams trying to marry different haikyuu characters)

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LITERALLY THE ENTIRE MOVIE JS ABOUT THEM

can we talk about how pemcandenza coded art and Patrick are. oh my god.

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Mike Pemulis brings a sort of air of faggotry to the Enfield Tennis Academy that Avril Incandenza doesn’t really like.

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im finally 50 pages to the end and im shocked that i got this far without an incandemulis sex scene

Are there other college girlies obsessed with infinite jest and kind of yaoi-fying pemcandenza or what’s the deal

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So over letting executive dysfunction control my life. I want to make things. I refuse to let time and ADHD take more from me! I want to live without regrets

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unfortunately I am both a victim and perpetrator of all the mistakes a young person could make in the Age Of Internet and there is nothing I can do about it except sit there in shame and laugh at myself a little

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it’s just me Buddha and David Foster Wallace in this room right now and they are both looking at me disapprovingly and looking at each other disapprovingly which may or may not be false because I am the unreliable narrator and none of this was real

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the two fundamental truths of historical and contemporary mankind:

we were just as smart then as we are now

we are just as stupid now as we were then

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Breakups are so strange because one second you’ll be so angry you can’t even think straight, and then pathetic about exerting so much emotional energy on anger, and then devastatingly sad over the “what could’ve beens”, and then back to feeling pathetic because you logically know you weren’t treated right, and then back to angry about that mistreatment, and then and then and then and over and over and over again all while simultaneously trying to channel internet prescribed self-help and manufactured confidence while truly the only thing your energy is going into during this glorified prolonged manic episode is desperately trying to keep yourself from checking social media like some kind of crazed fanatic stalker to see if the other person is faring any better than you are, which if so, you cannot admit to yourself as true because you are, again, channeling self-love and self-worth and by definition of that it does not matter if they are doing better; but at the same time you cannot help yourself and that leaves you even more angry-pathetic-embarrassed-devastatingly-sad on top of the usual cycle of tumorous emotions

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Reading infinite jest by dfw and after that 8-page endnote of an endnote im starting to think this was a product of neurodivergency, lsd, and extreme levels of sillymaxxing

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Mustafa is Genuinely one of my Favorite Artists Ever right now. How is he so good??? How does he put the inexplicable convoluted experience of being Brown and Raised Religious whilst losing faith in God because of your lack of faith in human institutions… also the desperate need to be loved by a world, a family, and a lover that cannot carry your weight under the burden of this Horrific Beautiful Splintering thing we call culture.

Neither Allah nor Vishnu nor Buddha can make the choice to leave anything behind so neither can you; If we are just maya and dunya and dharma then how can we give ourselves up and be grown and still get that child inside out of the illusion?

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Imaan by Mustafa is the first song that has given me a cathartic experience in a long time… I will write a poem about this later