Rejecter's No-Effort Experience

“Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.” — Charles Dickens

Permalink

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox…

Permalink

Laypeople get a bad rap. After all, they do know how to get laid, as opposed to specialists.

Permalink

Look over your shoulder for the paranoiac in you.

Permalink

How the fuck did I get this lucky?

Permalink

Divorce: love’s labour lost.

Permalink

Because of a partly implemented metric system, British serial killers are even more gruesome than American ones.

Permalink

Name your son Rubbert.

Permalink

I have to go read.

Permalink

The chill that spreads inside you when you think of the most boring person you ever met, and wonder if you are that to someone.

Permalink

Jag tycker ändå inte synd om kungen. Jag tycker synd om människor som svälter, lever i misär, saknar möjligheter. Inte om kungligheter.