wildhogs2007:

wildhogs2007:

i seriously just had the thought “i wonder if I could rush from the computer to the top of the fridge to squat in the 3 seconds photobooth gives me”

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(Reblogged from bornfree21)
I claim that the fact that we are strongly encouraged to identify with characters for whom death is not a significant creative possibility has real costs. We the audience, and individual you over there and me right here, lose any sense of eschatology, thus of teleology, and live in a moment that is, paradoxically, both emptied of intrinsic meaning or end and quite literally ETERNAL. If we’re the only animals who know in advance we’re going to die, we’re also probably the only animals who would submit so cheerfully to the sustained denial of this undeniable and very important truth. The danger is that, as entertainment’s denials of the truth get even more effective and pervasive and seductive, we will eventually forget what they’re denials OF. This is scary. Because it seems transparent to me that, if we forget how to die, we’re going to forget how to live.
David Foster Wallace - from Both Flesh and Not: Essays (via slothnorentropy)
(Reblogged from slothnorentropy)

awkward-fallen-angel:

hallefuckinglujah-cas:

unapologeticallydispassionate:

magnus-thegreat-redundancy:

I believe that every american should at least watch this monologue from The Newsroom

This

YES.

OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIF SET

(Reblogged from lesbionicles)

sofapizza:

tonimorrisons:

hispanic parents have a sixth sense

#i cant stop watching this vine it’s so well done it deserves an oscar

captivating

(Source: versaceslut)

(Reblogged from padaleckisprestigiouspenis)

crocobaby:

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

(Reblogged from marinashutup)

Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.

My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via star-trekkin)

I will never not reblog this. So important.  (via youmightbeamisogynist)

(Source: politicalmachine)

(Reblogged from cucumberplant)

(Source: yzma)

(Reblogged from kushdrinker)

grubsludge:

funk-dabble:

littleleahlamb2k14:

grubsludge:

bury me in armor so I’ll be ready for the skeleton war

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ready

why is his fricking chest uncovered? that’s ppor planning right there

what are you gonna do?

stab a skeleton in the heart?

(Reblogged from kushdrinker)

whatshername-s:

Two phrases I won’t use; “I love you.” & “I miss you.”
So when I use those,believe me when I say them cause I really mean it.

(Reblogged from formerdoll)
(Reblogged from formerdoll)