mis·an·ther·a·py (n.) — therapy for misanthropes

I'm just, ya know, trying to stop hating humanity so much.

Anyway, I'm Cat, a weirdo with a taste for absurdity. My dream is to make fun of myself for a living and to become Beyonce. I tried to increase my smarts by graduating from Berkeley. But my smarts have only gone to my ass.

If you like posts involving nostalgia, cats, anime, feminism, existentialism, kitsch, inappropriate jokes, aesthetic theory, hot men and/or overall pretension, then you're on the correct blog.

 

chinesekleptocracy:

Don’t want nudes leaked? Don’t take nudes. Don’t want to be robbed? Stop owning things. Wanna avoid being killed? Buddy, quit living already!

four wheeler gang 💪 (at Route 66)

four wheeler gang 💪 (at Route 66)

cowboy witch bitch on the hunt

cowboy witch bitch on the hunt

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME