In her essay Tik Tok the great philosopher Ke$ha declared that ‘the party don’t start till I walk in.’ which is clearly meant to convey that any recreational gathering is not truly a party until Ke$ha herself arrives.

But what if Ke$ha were to leave the party for some period of time only to then walk in again? This paradoxical scenario in which a party must simultaneously already exist and not exist yet is known as Ke$ha’s Quantum Party and has stumped theoretical physicists for decades.

Ke$ha clearly states that “when I leave for the night I ain’t comin’ back” (Animal 2.4), and furthermore, that “Tonight, Imma fight/‘Til we see the sunlight” (2.13-14), implying that she will neither depart nor desist from celebration until the following solar recurrence; moreover, she asserts in the refrain that “…the party don’t stop, no” (2.16), sagely reassuring us that no spacetime-rending event will occur.

please make sure that wherever you’re at in life, you don’t treat it like a transitory period. don’t waste your college years wishing to already be graduated & have a job. don’t waste your single years wishing for someone to be in love with. if/when those things come, they will come in due time and they will be good. but there is nothing like looking back and feeling empty because you wasted literal years ignoring what you had because you were hoping for something better. while it’s important to better yourself and reach for your goals, don’t neglect the present because that’s where you are now and it’s your now that determines your future. 

How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad

See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.

It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.

My parents did this to me as a teenager. Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months. Screenshots of private conversations with online friends. Or records of my internet browsing history. And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.” And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment. Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open. I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.

Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.

I’m pretty sure my life would be at least six time better if I had a few millions in my bank account

i live here

why do I know what this smells like

Just a deputy 

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a bloody novel by me (via temple-ait)

WHEN I TRY TO MAKE FRIENDS AND GET SHUT OUT OF THE GROUP

So yesterday my sister joined Facebook and she keeps asking me about what’s socially  acceptable to do there and I’m answering her questions and the entire time I’m laughing to myself at the irony. 

I’m autistic. (Asperger’s)

And I’m teaching a neurotypical person social skills. 

Narry Storan drawing by me.