Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t - without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi. — I, We, Waluigi: a Post-Modern analysis of Waluigi by Franck Ribery (via tramampoline)

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8bitbowtie:
“ I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after...

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

(via ulibeanz)

starfleet-captain-yoseff:
“ vanconcastiel:
“ fourwheeldevice:
“ gaygoatboy:
“ theperksofbeingsoftgrunge:
“ anxiouseternally:
“ Holy shit, this is so sad… People have sex that only lasts 3 minutes? I feel like this is a national crisis
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3.33 is the...

starfleet-captain-yoseff:

vanconcastiel:

fourwheeldevice:

gaygoatboy:

theperksofbeingsoftgrunge:

anxiouseternally:

Holy shit, this is so sad… People have sex that only lasts 3 minutes? I feel like this is a national crisis 

3.33 is the highest average??

Eva 3.33: You Are (not) Good In Bed

Clearly Queers were not included in this survey.

Are they counting the average time Americans get screwed by their government?

I love the last bit

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