Here I am again, with no idea what I’m doing, a pervasive and unattributed sense of anxiety, and the complete lack of satisfaction. Where do I turn now…
oh fuck yes.
ohhhhh yes
I am so fucking heather right now
#ohmygodtynanisasexybeast
Yes ma’am.
Five empty houses per homeless person.
Think about that.
Critics say that the massive global economic meltdown of 2008 was the clearest proof yet that an unfettered capitalist market is bound to come crashing down. Not just bound… “destined”. Supposedly, all it takes is a general market run to bring the whole house of cards crashing down. Couple this with consumers who abuse credit, and you have one hell of a financial avalanche waiting to happen, resting on the precipice of a few giant banks who keep on issuing loans despite taking massive losses.
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
