no seriously, i think about stuff like that. take for instance, the microwave. this coyly benign household object could easily introduce you to your untimely demise. i kid you not,
because ridiculous is blogging to imaginary internet people. and i obviously do not entertain things that could be labeled as such.
what i'm trying to say, in a manner of eloquence that would put many a dead writer to awful shame, is that life is much, much too short. some may even hint that it is perhaps fleeting (but don't quote me on that) so why not cut your own hair in the middle of the night? hm? why not declare proudly that if there were degrees available in swashbuckling, that you'd persue a doctorate? answer me that,
just. fucking. do it.
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