1. famousattitudesofunconcern:

    i’m crying

    this just made my night

    (via elizajumel)

     
     
  2. (Source: pdlcomics)

     
  3. helloyoucreatives:

    Shattered mirrors / stained glass, Bing Wright

    (Source: nevver, via frostneko)

     
  4. theonion:

    Report: U.S. Still Leads World With Highest Density Of Kevins

    omg it’s my friend kevin’s birthday, he’s going to be so excited to see this

    (via milvertons)

     
  5. lustyscripps:

    ruinedchildhood:

    too-gay-for-this:

    He has Monsters inc. on his shirt.

    She has Nemo on her dress.

    Violet has murder in her eyes. 

    (Source: wantapostcard, via burningbright22)

     
  6. allabitofablur:

    found-liquorstore-and-drank-itt:

    impalathief:

    butts-are-wonderful:

    laughfloor:

    where’s the fucking rent

    “Yes, hello, I’m from the FBI. I would like to ask you some questions about your daughter’s death.”

    “But I already talked to the FBI.”

    "i know. i just have a few more questions to ask you"

    (Source: aliceneedsadrink, via sevenpercent-stronger)

     
  7. hotsuburbandad:

    This is fake. They haven’t been sat on that rock for 50 years. If you look closely you can clearly see her swimsuit is different in the second photo, it has stripes on it. And the guy’s shorts seem to have a more floral pattern in the latter photo.Also, if someone sat on a rock for 50 years, it would have made the news. My theory is, they simply returned to the same location 50 years later, and recreated the original photo.

    (Source: heyfunniest, via burningbright22)

     

  8. publius-esquire:

    Speaking of inappropriate jokes, apparently Alexander Hamilton once wrote a bawdy joke to Gouverneur Morris about god on a Sunday, that was so inappropriate that his first editors just destroyed that part of the letter.

     

  9. candyredterezii:

    I fucking LOVE earth day Im going to stick a TREE up my ASS

    (via sevenpercent-stronger)

     
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  11. francesca-langer:

    you guys

    Burr was like Hemingway, way before Hemingway

    "Took a nap."

    "Walked in the rain."

    "Thought much; concluded nothing."

    his writing style is so startlingly modern and minimalist

    and Hamilton is all like

    Blah blah "my heart bleeds" blah blah obscure classical reference blah blah inappropriate joke blah blah seventy-five page tirade

    they should write a novel together, alternating chapters

    it would be either an avant-garde masterpiece or a total disaster

    (via elizajumel)

     

  12. To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

    thejadedkiwano:

    Let’s play a game.

    Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

    you

    also

    what

    when

    why

    how

    look

    because

    never

    what the fuck are my tags

    (via vanjohnsons)

     
  13. fourbritisheyesonly:

    il-tenore-regina:

    shakeshack:

    Artist Nathan Pyle's gif guide to NYC street etiquette is handy for any city. Take it to the streets!

    I WANT TO IMPLANT THIS IN THE BRAINS OF EVERY FUCKING NYC TOURIST AND NEWCOMER. 

    not just new york!

    anywhere with sidewalks!

    also fuck you and your goddamn double wide strollers

    PEOPLE OF PHILADELPHIA: LEARN THIS SHIT

     

  14. milvertons:

    I was one of those kids who tried to dig to China. 

    Digging for China

    by Richard Wilbur


    "Far enough down is China," somebody said.
    "Dig deep enough and you might see the sky
    As clear as at the bottom of a well.
    Except it would be real—a different sky.
    Then you could burrow down until you came
    To China! Oh, it’s nothing like New Jersey.
    There’s people, trees, and houses, and all that,
    But much, much different. Nothing looks the same.”

    I went and got the trowel out of the shed
    And sweated like a coolie all that morning,
    Digging a hole beside the licac-bush,
    Down on my hands and knees. It was a sort
    Of praying, I suspect. I watched my hand
    Dig deep and darker, and I tried and tried
    To dream a place where nothing was the same.
    The trowel never did break through to blue.

    Before the dream could weary of itself
    My eyes were tired of looking into darkness,
    My sunbaked head of hanging down a hole.
    I stood up in a place I had forgotten,
    Blinking and staggering while the earth went round
    And showed me silver barns, the fields dozing
    In palls of brightness, patens growing and gone
    In the tides of leaves, and the whole sky china blue.
    Until I got my balance back again
    All that I saw was China, China, China.

     

  15. "I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it."
    — A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via undeadlife)

    (Source: insensiblenothingness, via vanjohnsons)