Egads, mother fucker!

peppermintbee:

Words I started using ironically:

  • bro / bruh
  • bae
  • waifu
  • rad
  • totes
  • amirite
  • mang

Words I’m now using non-ironically:

  • [ see above list ]

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cattailsandcattales:

urbies:

Great moments in tv history

The best part is how the hand giving the cigarette doesn’t belong to anyone in the room—no one is wearing that shirt.

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puckish-thoughts:

THERE IT IS AGAIN!  THERE IT FUCKING IS!  i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!!  THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!!  BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING.  THIS SHIT IS REAL.  THIS IS REAL SHIT.  SHIT THAT HAPPENED.

puckish-thoughts:

THERE IT IS AGAIN!  THERE IT FUCKING IS!  i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!!  THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!!  BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING.  THIS SHIT IS REAL.  THIS IS REAL SHIT.  SHIT THAT HAPPENED.

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ninjaticsart:

walkthrough yeah…

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reallylameblog:

rogerdabbit:

Goals.


it’s 12 hours of cotton eyed joe

reallylameblog:

rogerdabbit:

Goals.

it’s 12 hours of cotton eyed joe

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thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

thoughtsofablackgirl:

"Love In the Time of Tear Gas."  Picture from Ferguson

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eclipsist:

San Diego // California

eclipsist:

San Diego // California

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sandandglass:

Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.

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metaphorformetaphor:

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” Neruda: Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)

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