Well hello there! I am Erik, and this is blog.
This blog is fucking shit, but it's also fucking shit. Come enjoy some fucking shit, it's great.
Do not question the content you may find here, if it's here, it's because I want it to be, and that's about as much of an explanation I have, judge me all you want, I'm okay with wasting my time with this, so it's really just a matter if you are too.
If you have a lot of time to waste, check out the fabulous tunes tag, because music is just great, and there's a lot of interesting stuff in there from time to time of all genres.
Feel free to ask me things, send me things, yell at me, start dumb conversations, whatever you like, I like friends, I'm just a dink and rarely initiate things myself..
Also, since hearing from multiple people both irl and on here, to be 100% clear, my url reads Sergeant Leprosy, sorry for being confusing, not changing it tho <3 Anywho..
i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture
Actually though, technology is cool and all, but having experienced a fair bit of both sides when I was young, going outside and actually seeing the real world, learning to appreciate nature, creating my own entertainment and happiness by simply exploring and being active, testing my own abilities and limitations, learning that hurting yourself never has to mean it’s time to stop what you’re doing, and all of the other shit like that was infinitely more fulfilling and worth my time, which I soon came to realize was quite precious back then. I much preferred the occasional times I was stuck being bored in a little boat with my dad for 6 hours, trying to convince myself that I might actually catch a fish like him one day was a lot better than spending 6 hours in my dad’s basement by myself, playing just one more level of Crash Bandicoot until I eventually got a headache and had to stop, or staying up all night playing neopets minigames on his computer and then sleeping through half of the next day, and that all that time I spend disconnected from everything, absorbed in all these other little worlds was an incredible waste of the weekends I got to spend at his house.
I’ve been trying to cut out my dependence on it for quite some time, as I’ve come to realize it is an incredible waste of your time as soon as it starts to distract you from the real world. Letting your kids spend all of their free time consumed by these things is a good way to keep them out of trouble right then and there, but it’s far more important to give them opportunities to create their own adventures, and actually be a complete part of their own childhood memories for later on in life, and take some time every now and again to actually connect with them and show them that you’re not just a boring adult, and that you’ve lived an entire life that they could learn a few things from, and help them do things that make them happy rather than just letting them kill all of their time, so that eventually growing up looks more like moving on and becoming a part of the bigger parts of the world, instead of them just quietly dreading the day their time runs out, and they have to get a job just to get by, and only ever get to see adulthood as the tragic death of the freedom they never even really knew how to appreciate.
tl;dr, turning that shit off more often than not and learning how to live your own life for yourself, as yourself makes it a lot easier to grow up and deal with reality, pass it on
John Muir quote, A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf (via cosmic-rebirth)
So much fucking rave music in my house, I don’t know what to do..
It’s been going for like 12 hours straight.
I love my roommates, but I don’t know if I’m really capable of processing this for much longer..
i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape