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gitanaxxpunk:

Oh well… I’ll make my own veggie alternatives

With blackjack. And hookers!

yrmaw:

harrysgettinhead:

british people are so fucking cute

they called christmas lights ‘fairy lights’

they called sweaters ‘jumpers’

sneakers are ‘trainers’

they say ‘you alright/you ok’ instead of ‘how are you’

i quit

fuck off you condescending twat

I can’t be the only one who finds ‘sweater’ and ‘sweatshirt’ disgusting names for items of clothing, can I? I’m all for American idioms (a good chunk of my favourite films and literature would be a lot lamer without them) but that one’s just gross.

(Source: wordlesslanguage)

gitanaxxpunk:

huaracheblog:

Coffee growers in Puebla.

Where my papa is from

Holy shit, your dad is coffee?

pencilsmith:

Let’s see Batman do that

I feel exactly the same way about that as I do about “Who would win in a fight?” I don’t give a shit who would win, but I definitely want to see it.

pencilsmith:

Let’s see Batman do that

I feel exactly the same way about that as I do about “Who would win in a fight?” I don’t give a shit who would win, but I definitely want to see it.

separation-sunday:

But seriously, what do you say to your idol other than “I chose to have the lyrics that you wrote permanently etched on to my body for all eternity”

"Thanks"?

johndarnielle:

you know what

I loved unicorns when I was eleven/twelve years old and then I learned that it was real soft and nerdy to love unicorns so I checked out of the whole unicorn-liking mindset because I felt a need to be hardening myself and copping a dark-stuff-only stance

then when I was 19 my girlfriend gave me a coffee cup with a unicorn on it and on receiving it I discovered that I had internalized some bullshit anti-unicorn stance and it made me sad

to those unicorns who didn’t get liked by me during my bullshit years: my bad, do you like carrots, I will leave a plate of carrots out by the back door, I also have oats

John Darnielle’s Tumblr is the most purely wonderful thing on the internet.

vinyl-spiral:

Vinyl close-up. Vinyl record is a sculpture of sound and time. Bits of someone’s life hide in this trench. Dust of someone’s childhood room, smoke of someone’s cigarette, perfume of someone’s wife ❦

All of that shit will ruin the sound quality. Take better care of your records, for fuck’s sake.

willcub:

So many of you are too young to remember why Diana, Princess of Wales, was such a remarkable person.  She pissed off most of Buckingham Palace, was her own woman, and wasn’t afraid to get down out of the motorcade and be with the regular people.

She was a regular person, just with a title and fancy clothes.  

Among the first big “names” to visit, talk to, and even touch those dying of AIDS in English hospitals, Diana’s trademark was her ability to break down insurmountable barriers.

*insert super-obvious ‘breaking down barriers’ joke*

(Source: dianaspot)

nickdoesthings:

"Hello human I heard you’re having a shitty morning maybe a game of Guess The Smell will cheer you up"

Playing Guess The Smell with my cat is like playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with a guy who always throws rock.

It’s butthole. It’s always butthole.

Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.

That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k). (via nyu-tah)

Yeah, and on your best day they’ll find abject, crushing misery in equally tiny and irrelevant things, because they’re self-obsessed, indulgent, perpetual teenagers. Then they’ll write little aphorisms about how great they are.

(Source: towritepoems)

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