…that’s basically what all dystopian stories are. “What if all the horrible stuff was also done to white people?
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm.
Be a little selfish and do something for yourself every day, something different once a month and something spectacular every year.
Thinking a lot lately about the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.
I am a geek," he says simply. "I don’t care if the idea came from a good person or an evil person. Ideas stand on their own.
one-trick ponies make the best glue
Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not
to pop the question I’ll let you in on the answer..
Think of sex in a camper…
A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer
Guilt is just other peoples feelings getting inside your brain.
The first step to forgiveness is realizing the other person is fucking stupid.
Being an expert of nothing is draining, and something I never anticipated. There is a lot to do, and you don’t really know how to do any of it. On top of that, you’re supposed to be the leader, to know everything. You’re meant to be the expert that everyone can look to. They’re counting on you.
It’s pretty hard at times, if I’m totally frank. There are days when I wonder what it is I even do anymore. Everything used to be so tangible - I would write a line of code, and it would do something for me. These days, there are these fluffy things like culture (and it’s so important), and I have to direct product and hire new people. I have to manage much of the team, and talk with investors. I truly have no idea what I’m doing - I have zero previous experience of hiring, or managing people, or being a product manager.
In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours