crazygothkid

That awkward moment when angry music just isn’t angry enough.

My feels

Are gone. 

socialmaladaptation:

A major pet peeve of mine is when I hear a person say that they are depressed or something depresses them when what they really mean is that they are sad or saddened by something. While to many people, specifically those who have not suffered depression, the terms may seem to be interchangeable…

For many people, high school is the most trying emotional time of their lives.

For some of us, it drags on. 

It’s Google, the social also-ran, that knows your real secrets. It knows the things you wouldn’t ask your friends. It knows things you can’t ask your spouse. It knows the things you haven’t asked your doctor yet. It knows things that you can’t ask anyone else and that might not have been asked at all before Google existed. Google’s servers are a repository of the developed world’s darkest and most heartbreaking secrets, a vast closet lined with millions of digital skeletons that, should they escape, would spare nobody.
thisistheverge:

What happened to AMD?
The number two chipmaker has fallen pretty far

thisistheverge:

What happened to AMD?

The number two chipmaker has fallen pretty far

My little baby brother (3rd [and I pray final] revision)

For Steve.

My little baby brother
Ok, only one year younger
But I’m the oldest of us four brothers,
And it’s my duty to take care of you all.

Remember that time when we all got together
And performed backstreet boys for our parents?
I don’t wanna see you out that door, baby bye bye bye

Good times.

Or how about that time you almost died?
Heh, riding your bike so fast,
Neither of us saw that rope across the path
You were ok in the end,
But my heart stopped when I saw you hit it.
My little baby brother.

When we all took our bikes out
Riding around the neighborhood
Pretending like we were motocross stars
You all are always stars in my eyes
No matter what you do.

And the day we had the recruiter over for dinner
It didn’t hit me then.
I just went about my day,
You were still my little baby brother.

And when you went to basic
I thought nothing of it.
Heck, I thought it’d be good for you.
You could be a brat sometimes… most of the time
But whatever, you’re still my little baby brother.

When I visited you in the barracks,
Uniform clothes, uniform hair,
For some reason I’ll never know
It didn’t even hit me there.

Not until the day you were leaving
Going halfway around the world
With all your new brothers, M-16s in hand
And for whatever reason,
I was the only family there to watch you go

Me and you. The oldest two.
But I’m older dangit. Haha
It’s all good, you never deny it.
Always introducing me as your big bro.

I remember talking that day,
In front of your girlfriend and her sister
Who were bawling their eyes out
And we stood there looking at each other,
Making dry, empty conversations about random things
And memories from when we were kids..

Then all of a sudden, after some silence you said,
“Don’t you go all crying on me too, now.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I replied.
“You gonna cry later?” you asked.
I nodded, swallowing back choking tears. “Yeah.”
The look in your eyes then, I’ll never forget.
I probably had the same look.
My little baby brother.

At that moment we just looked into each other’s eyes,
Knowing that you were leaving that very day, in just a few hours.
And all the memories, good and bad,
Happy and sad, came flowing into our minds.
But not one tear came into our eyes,
Neither of our lips quivered.
We just locked gaze. Knowing.

It’s that moment in your life,
Where you look someone in the eyes and know
“I love you” means nothing compared to the bond you feel in that moment.
My little baby brother.

And with that, I took a few more pictures,
Then you got in formation.
They called your name. “Present,” you said.
And that was it, you were gone.

In the following days, weeks,
I didn’t hear from you much.

I heard stories in the news.
Soldiers dying left and right.
One morning, while listening to a report about some soldiers
Who died by a roadside bomb on a routine patrol,
I just turned off the radio and cried.
My little baby brother.
I prayed night and day that God watch over you,
Keep you safe,
Because I couldn’t.


And now you’re back.
Heh, we still hardly talk.

You’ll be going back out again soon.
Will I be strong enough to hold back the tears this time?
Or maybe I should let some tears flow,
To show you that it’s ok to be scared sometimes.
My little baby brother.
Will I stop checking the news?
To save myself the daily agony,
The reminder that I can’t keep you safe.

It’ll be ok, you’re in God’s hands.
And you’ll come back to me in one piece.
Alive.
I’m sure. Because if you don’t, I’ll kill you.

Because no matter how much you grow old,
No matter the place or time
Through ups and downs, thick and thin,
We are blood. You are mine.
My little baby brother.


Now, again, you’re back.
For good this time, you say.
I really hope so.
I don’t want to add to this poem again.

But,
Things are different now
Something hard to describe,
Difficult to pinpoint.
There’s a sparkle in your eye
That’s gone now.

What happened-
The question I will never ask you
I don’t, won’t, pretend to have any clue
What happened out there.
But I know, it messed you up, bad.
This evil thing we call war,
Took you in, and spit out a soldier.
Hardened to the core.
My little baby brother.

Twice now, when you came to visit me
-I love it when you visit-
I went to wake you up,
Gently tapping you and whispering your name
“Steve. Steve, wake up”

BOOM
. With a single motion
Fists out, eyes open, stern look,
Ready to kill.

I’ll never ask you what happened,
But it kills me inside, wondering.
No, I’m happy being your escape
You can always come to me
Any day, any time, any second of any hour
And we will live in the moment.
Brothers.

I’ll tell you how I’m doing
We’ll go to the beach.
Driving slowly, especially round corners,
Because that scares you now.
 
The little boy who would ride his bike the fastest,
Take turns the hardest,
The bravest brother.
You define home of the brave.
Things are different now.
Except my love for you.
My little baby brother.

cnet:

These 5 phones are so great, when you’re holding them in your hand it’s like “What’s an iPhone?”

futuristgerd:

(via Google’s Self-Driving Cars: 300,000 Miles Logged, Not a Single Accident Under Computer Control - Rebecca J. Rosen - The Atlantic)
Clearly our future - the end of the car as status symbol.

I see your point and considered the same. However some junkies (myself included) will never completely give up driving. We’re generations away from this becoming the norm, but even when it does I still see motorsports being widely popular. Although I’m not sure if it will still cost millions to run a racing team; I’m not sure if it will cost millions more or significantly less. Either way it’s a long time off.

futuristgerd:

(via Google’s Self-Driving Cars: 300,000 Miles Logged, Not a Single Accident Under Computer Control - Rebecca J. Rosen - The Atlantic)

Clearly our future - the end of the car as status symbol.

I see your point and considered the same. However some junkies (myself included) will never completely give up driving. We’re generations away from this becoming the norm, but even when it does I still see motorsports being widely popular. Although I’m not sure if it will still cost millions to run a racing team; I’m not sure if it will cost millions more or significantly less. Either way it’s a long time off.

parislemon:

Swing when you’re winning.

Can’t tell if Apple is mad about “patent infringements,”

Or of a rival company doing well.

My money is on the latter.