Peter Vincer

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down

“now make Elliot Page the next James Bond”

my favourite thing is when you stop petting a dog, and he puts his paw on you like "we're not done here"

solo los verdaderos cagadores saben que es esta marca roja

buddy, I was writing 10 page papers without having read the book.

YouTubers be like “wake up at 4am and run, that’s alpha!” No, it’s not. Look at apex predators; they’re all lazy. Bears hibernate, lions sleep all day. You know who wakes up at 4am and runs? Squirrels.

Spencer Pratt broke Nithya Raman so badly she forgot her own name.

Million dollar idea: Jazz bar named Horn Pub

Salvador Dalí adorava jantar bem. Grupos grandes. Mesas longas. Vinhos caros. Os melhores restaurantes de Paris e Nova York. E sempre insistia em pagar a conta. Ninguém desconfiava. Na hora de fechar, ele preenchia o cheque com o valor total, com calma e elegância. Assinava. E então, antes de entregar ao garçom, virava o papel e rabiscava um desenho no verso. Um esboço rápido. Elefantes. Cavalos. Figuras surreais. Assinava embaixo. E entregava o cheque ao estabelecimento. Dalí sabia exatamente o que aconteceria a seguir. O dono do restaurante não descontaria o cheque. Colocaria numa moldura. Exibiria na parede do melhor ponto do salão. Um Dalí original, emoldurado, no restaurante. Valia infinitamente mais do que qualquer refeição. Os cheques com seus desenhos foram todos guardados. E hoje valem uma fortuna. Há relatos de que a prática aconteceu diversas vezes ao longo dos anos, em Paris e em Nova York. Em uma das noites documentadas, no Café de la Rotonde em Paris, Dalí pediu ao garçom uma folha de papel, esboçou um elefante de tromba erguida, assinou embaixo e entregou com desenvoltura. A conta estava paga. E o estabelecimento havia lucrado com o negócio. O que Dalí fez não era só excentricidade. Era uma compreensão precisa de que o valor da sua presença e da sua assinatura já haviam superado o preço de qualquer cardápio. Ele não precisava de dinheiro para pagar. Precisava apenas de um pedaço de papel e de saber o quanto valia. Fontes: ISTOÉ — ArteRef — Revista Bula — Top Melhores

The older I get, the more I believe happiness lives in the ordinary. Pets. Plants. A quiet morning coffee. Blue sky. Cotton clouds. Birds singing. The gentle breeze through the trees. A clean, cosy house. Good food. Good hearted simple poeple. So much of life’s beauty is quiet, gentle, and already here. And somehow, one of the sweetest feelings is knowing I get to wake up and meet it all again tomorrow.

The DOJ has ONE WEEK left to charge Anthony Fauci for the worst cover-up in modern medical history. He lied to Congress about funding gain-of-function research in Wuhan. Millions died. Trillions were spent. And Fauci walked away with book deals and fawning media coverage instead of handcuffs. I re-upped my criminal referral to the DOJ because the evidence is overwhelming, and justice has been delayed long enough. RT if you’re ready to see Fauci behind bars.

Life is amazing: -coffee exists -gyms exist -hot girls outnumber even moderately put-together dudes 2000 to 1 -you and your wife can drink 4 bottles of wine then smash all night without a condom -you and your friends can hit the gym then smoke a joint at a Coldplay concert -every food item in the world has been hunted/gathered for you (grocery stores) -you could be working 16 hour days in a coal mine in a third world country There are people who live in wheelchairs. There are kids born with disabilities. No 4th of July weekends, no sleepovers with their best friends staying up until 2AM watching Interstellar. And you’re not SMASHING the gym like a grateful SAVAGE!? Eating healthy 90% of the time, calling your friends for no reason, CRUSHING it in your career, asking for the promotion, asking out your crush making her your girlfriend then your wife!? You are spinning on a sphere in an infinite universe and the fact you’re alive is a 1 in 500 trillion miracle - you’re so lucky it’s absurd and you have nothing to lose :)

A man invented a $2.5 MILLION crime spree, sold it to Hollywood and charged $30,000 per speech to explain how he did it. It was all lies. > Frank Abagnale claimed he spent 5 years as a teenage fugitive. > Impersonating a Pan Am pilot, a Harvard trained doctor and a Louisiana attorney general while forging $2.5 MILLION in bad checks across 26 countries. > Steven Spielberg turned it into a 2002 blockbuster starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Hanks. > It became one of the highest grossing films of that year. > Broadway turned it into a musical. > The FBI hired him as a consultant. > AARP named him their official Fraud Watch Ambassador. > He charged between $20,000 and $30,000 per speaking engagement for decades telling audiences how he pulled it all off. > For 40 years nobody seriously questioned any of it. > Then in 2020 a journalist named Alan Logan spent three years pulling every public record prison document newspaper archive and court file he could find. > Pan Am's own security department told a journalist as early as 1978 "This never happened. You don't forget $2.5 MILLION in bad checks." > Prison records showed Abagnale was behind bars for most of the years he claimed to be a fugitive. > The Georgia hospital had no record of him. > The Louisiana attorney general's office had no record of him. > His only confirmed crime was check fraud totalling less than $1,500. > Logan's conclusion the entire story was not embellished but fabricated. > Abagnale had not committed the con by impersonating pilots and doctors. > He committed it by convincing Hollywood, the FBI and the entire world that he had. The most valuable skill Frank Abagnale ever had was the ability to make people so entertained by a story that they forgot to verify it. That skill made him MILLIONS legally.

Breasts feed and nurture life. They are the bedrock of civilization. The ass expels waste and can only destroy. The boob man is a creator, the butt man worships chaos.

Things men slowly learn as they grow older: • No woman loves you for who you are, she only loves for what you can do for her • Nobody is coming to save you • Discipline beats motivation • Money solves many problems • Silence is better than arguing • Nobody cares until you are rich or dead. • Respect is earned, not begged for • No woman is ever yours • You can do everything right and still lose. • Your colleagues are not your friends • Your father is the only man who wants you to be better than him Life becomes easier when you accept these truths.

Carl Jung believed life truly begins at 40, viewing the first four decades as "research"—a preparatory phase focused on building an ego, establishing a career, and meeting societal expectations. The second half of life, starting around 40, is for inward exploration, authenticity, and fulfilling one’s true self (individuation) rather than pursuing external validation.

I painted Jesus from Revelations, returning on a stallion with a sword and illustrious crown, in my own style. King of Kings. 🕊️

Hi please don’t vape around my baby. We’re raising him exclusively on Marlboro reds.