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goblinparty: I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe...

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:41:34 -0400

goblinparty:

I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities

haffurupafu: if my future kids told me they were gay i’d be like “how did you get here from the...

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:17:54 -0400

haffurupafu:

if my future kids told me they were gay i’d be like “how did you get here from the future”

folie-a-tout: heyaeya: dameofspace: pandyssian: OH MY GOD APPARENTLY TAKING AN ARROW TO THE KNEE...

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:15:47 -0400

folie-a-tout:

heyaeya:

dameofspace:

pandyssian:

OH MY GOD APPARENTLY TAKING AN ARROW TO THE KNEE WAS AN OLD NORDIC SLANG FOR GETTING MARRIED

I THOUGHT THAT ALL THOSE GUYS IN SKYRIM HAD LITERALLY BEEN SHOT IN THEIR KNEES WITH ARROWS BUT I GUESS NOT

And at that moment, the foundation of that entire meme became something like this:

THAT EXPLAINS WHY MEN GO DOWN ON ONE KNEE WHEN THEY PROPOSE

OH MY GOD

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Fri, 17 May 2013 14:36:32 -0400

prov31boundwife: awkwardsituationist: 98 year old dobri...

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:35:33 -0400

prov31boundwife:

awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

macarena-of-time: my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:30:52 -0400

macarena-of-time:

my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween

assbutt-in-the-garrison: tobeymacguire: when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:40:09 -0400

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

tobeymacguire:

when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really bad for their girlfriends because if you dont understand how to have sex with a girl in any way other than repeatedly putting your dick in her you are having some really bad sex

Thank fucking you.

stupidratosaurus: Cuddletime!

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 07:45:47 -0400

stupidratosaurus:

Cuddletime!

Today: To-DONE: 1. Took care of newly 21, vomiting roommate 2. Cleaned up remnants of drunken...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 18:05:18 -0400

Today:

To-DONE:

1. Took care of newly 21, vomiting roommate

2. Cleaned up remnants of drunken fiasco, got hungover people out of apartment

3. Made breakfast for hungover boyfriend, apologize for drunkenly screaming at him

4. Watched Rocky Horror

5. Took shower

In-progress:

1. Working on final assignments for semester (research paper, essay rewrites, portfolio)

2. Rehydrating

To-Do:

1. Find clothes for work tomorrow

2. Probably eat some kind of dinner

3. Meow Meow Meow

outreasoned: 20/03/2013: firsts and lasts. idkidk

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 09:58:19 -0400

outreasoned:

20/03/2013: firsts and lasts. idkidk

slightlyirresponsible: steampoweredcupcake: giraffesonparade: ...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 22:47:10 -0400

slightlyirresponsible:

steampoweredcupcake:

giraffesonparade:

amazingincrediblespiderhulk:

sorveharth:

OH MY GOD THEY’RE COPYCATS

I thought they were getting “Cat Scans”

I bet they left a lot of “paw prints”

Guys, stop it right meow.

marrymyface: bisexual guys are assumed to be secretly gay bisexual girls are assumed to be secretly...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:37:58 -0400

marrymyface:

bisexual guys are assumed to be secretly gay

bisexual girls are assumed to be secretly straight

both are assumed to secretly like men

see what i’m getting at?

This is EXACTLY how you talk to a drunk Irishman.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 15:22:51 -0400

This is EXACTLY how you talk to a drunk Irishman.

Munchkin Kitties (x)

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 07:38:34 -0400

Munchkin Kitties (x)

Some profanity I'd like to hear more often:

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 22:22:08 -0400

corgisandboobs:

lucatastrophe:

“For the sake of fuck”

“For shitting out loud”

“For the fuck of God”

“Don’t go fucking yourself in the foot”

“I hope I don’t fuck the toaster on this”

“Fuckwad”

“Cocktard”

“Shitbeak”

“Cuntsteak”

“Dunderfuck”

Just reblogging again because I hit my head in the shower earlier and yelled “MOTHER OF DICKS!”

sellyourselfshort: hello-is-there-anybody-there: lovelynobody00...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 21:33:46 -0400

sellyourselfshort:

hello-is-there-anybody-there:

lovelynobody00:

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.

Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

MY COMPUTER SCREWED UP AND THE GIF STOPPED AND I GOT WORRIED

shh don’t shout the kittens trying to sleep

This is one of the best gifs on Tumblr

CLOTHESLINES

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 21:28:02 -0400

andrewgibby:

You were carried on your father’s shoulders

marching in Detroit’s picket lines

in the same year you were learning to run

from the word “union”.

That is only half of the reason

I am writing this from another city,

remembering Detroit,

the 12th story window of our hotel room

where you pointed to the square

where the crowds would gather their signs in 20 below weather,

gray coats, gray hair, even on the young folks

but red hearts, engines built to outlast any factory design.

You always said the word “Michigan” like sweetest prayer.

Driving through the back roads near Lansing

I knew you would murder anyone in the car who made fun

of the plastic deer lawn ornaments.

You taught me good taste

is respecting good people

who keep the oven open in the winter to fight the overpriced cold.

We both believe good poems should come with that kind of heat.

But yours can convince a room full of 500 anarchist queers

to feed the plums of their hearts

to an old man who wakes at 6am every morning,

drives to the public school

to watch the janitor raise the American flag.

Everything I know about class

I learned from your lipstick color: Red State.

I still find it on my neck sometimes, pooling near my collarbone,

a lake big as the ocean

without the tide to bring you back to the shore.

You were never sure about me.

You watched all my pick-up lines drop things.

But I don’t play that game anymore.

I spend all of my time learning to bake a casseroles

in case the neighbor gets sick.

And I’ve already hung all my secrets on the clothesline.

You can look out the window

and see the last time I lied through my teeth

my jaw wouldn’t let me sleep for six months.

My conscience buzzed like one of those

terrible mosquito killing zapper machines.

I’ve finally learned love is a screened-in porch.

I’ve finally learned love is knowing everybody’s name

in the town of your reasons to run.

I’ve finally learned love prays

it won’t always live paycheck to paycheck,

but it always does,

even when it’s got “forever” on its lips.

Forever ago you gave me a doorknob as a gift.

I am still learning to be an open road

to the tree that can be climbed to safety.

I think we’re both still learning to believe

the union can always win. Michigan,

we all have hearts that wanna be old pick up trucks

permanently parked in someone’s front yard.

I’m gonna keep fixing mine up,

and someday you’re gonna be sure as the sun

it’s never gonna run.

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:36:17 -0400

"People tell you who they are, but we ignore it - because we want them to be who we want them to be."

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:29:19 -0400

““People tell you who they are, but we ignore it - because we want them to be who we want them to be.””

- Don - Mad Men (via izzgood)

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 16:27:39 -0400