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Reblogged from rabioheab

kaosunseen:

dzamonja-swag:

rabioheab:

i think my neighbourhood deserves a sitcom because there’s

  • me, the teen blogger
  • a house with 8 nuns
  • a drug dealer who drives a hummer
  • a scottish man who only ever wears a kilt and mows his lawn at 3 am
  • an elderly couple who drive everywhere on their lawn mower
  • a peacock who has been roaming the neighbourhood for years and no one knows why or where it came from 

I’d watch the shit outta that show

yeah shit me too sign me up

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Reblogged from mrgan
“ The other thing I tell young filmmakers is when you get going and you try to get money, when you’re going into one of those rooms to try and convince somebody to make it, I don’t care who you’re pitching, I don’t care what you’re pitching—it can be about genocide, it can be about child killers, it can be about the worst kind of criminal injustice that you can imagine—but as you’re sort of in the process of telling this story, stop yourself in the middle of a sentence and act like you’re having an epiphany, and say: “You know what, at the end of this day, this is a movie about hope. Steven Soderbergh’s rant about the state of the movie business in Film Comment (via mrgan)

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Reblogged from leeeeverett

leeeeverett:

today these two kids in my math class were hitting each other with pencils and my teacher glared at them and said “could you try to be a little more mature?”

one of them screamed “TAXES” and punched the other kid in the face

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Reblogged from yungsang
tumbrloslav: thesecretmichan: ihavethisblog: amberleighjoy: Actually, that’s a common misconception. Cats kill animals and bring them to you because they think you’re a shitty hunter and they don’t want you to starve.  So it’s kind of love, but it’s mostly because you suck at catching food I’m pretty sure “I don’t want you to starve” is the maximum level of love cats are able to give. #this is why i love cats #they give you tongue bathes and bring you food because they think you’re a giant hairless cat that sucks at being a cat

tumbrloslav:

thesecretmichan:

ihavethisblog:

amberleighjoy:


Actually, that’s a common misconception. Cats kill animals and bring them to you because they think you’re a shitty hunter and they don’t want you to starve. 

So it’s kind of love, but it’s mostly because you suck at catching food

I’m pretty sure “I don’t want you to starve” is the maximum level of love cats are able to give.

#this is why i love cats #they give you tongue bathes and bring you food because they think you’re a giant hairless cat that sucks at being a cat

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Reblogged from drarna

drarna:

the fact that axe handles are made of wood is the ultimate “fuck you” to trees

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Reblogged from thatbullshit
“At the height of his cocaine addiction, David Bowie weighed only 95 pounds, hardly a healthy weight for 5’11”. He later said that he spent most of the mid-Seventies trying to perfect telekinesis and trying to keep Jimmy Page and witches from stealing his soul.” trying to keep Jimmy Page and witches from stealing his soul

“At the height of his cocaine addiction, David Bowie weighed only 95 pounds, hardly a healthy weight for 5’11”. He later said that he spent most of the mid-Seventies trying to perfect telekinesis and trying to keep Jimmy Page and witches from stealing his soul.”

trying to keep Jimmy Page and witches from stealing his soul

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Reblogged from ballsniggas-deactivated20130325

im-a-parasite:

terraforce:

This is the only post on this site I care about

only thing in life i care about

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Reblogged from stoya
Stoya™: The Choice Of Motherhood and Insidious Drug Store Signage

stoya:



I had the privilege of growing up with a second wave feminist/reformed hippy mother. Before I sprouted my first pubic hair she handed me a mirror and a flashlight and told me to get to know my vagina. I was raised to believe that my body was mine to share with whoever I chose, whether that was…


Reblogged from theorphansarms
nevver: Fulcrum & Lever

nevver:

Fulcrum & Lever


Reblogged from larmoyante
“ A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover. Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last  (via thenocturnals)

(Source: larmoyante, via daddyfuckedme)