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sp0radic: how the hell are they gonna put the pizza planet truck in brave

Sun, 20 May 2012 11:47:14 -0400

how the hell are they gonna put the pizza planet truck in brave

bryankonietzko: archejoiyo: Did someone do this already...

Sun, 20 May 2012 00:37:06 -0400

archejoiyo:

Did someone do this already or…….

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I saw a bunch of these and they were all amusing, but this one killed me. HA!

robothouserock: Anamanaguchi - UNME

Sat, 19 May 2012 15:19:20 -0400

robothouserock:

Anamanaguchi - UNME

…you mean i have multiple plans today?

Sat, 19 May 2012 12:50:00 -0400

…you mean i have multiple plans today?

runicbasso: annebeeche: Forth eorlingas! Ride! Ride for ruin,...

Sat, 19 May 2012 09:14:11 -0400

runicbasso:

annebeeche:

Forth eorlingas!

Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world’s ending!

DEATH!

DEATH!

Late nights, chapped lips. The thoughts in my head have begun to slow. Should I be relieved?...

Sat, 19 May 2012 00:59:12 -0400

Late nights, chapped lips.

The thoughts in my head have begun to slow.

Should I be relieved? Distressed? Curious?

I’m sick of these same thoughts, of these late night tangents to myself, of being so unsure of everything that I disengage from it all.

Why do I keep worrying and hoping for things that aren’t? Why do I see now as nothing? Why do I push everything away all the time? Why can’t I answer questions? Why do I ask all the questions and everyone’s learned not to ask me any because you know I won’t answer, because I’ll shoot back and never let anybody know.

I could be happy and heartbroken being everything and nothing I am now. I walk through my memories and remember why I’m here but can’t think of where I’m going. Life stretches out endless and lonely because everything turns to dust eventually.

Dreams don’t turn to dust. God made us from dust, made us to be something.

So, God, what am I now?

I am something. I’m a child of God.

It’s all that matters in the end.

So why am I still running?

heysammy: paulmcporny: lennonisheroin: hootingblues: REBLOG...

Fri, 18 May 2012 21:35:15 -0400

heysammy:

paulmcporny:

lennonisheroin:

hootingblues:

REBLOGGING AGAIN FOR THE BEATLES RIGHT AT THE END OH GOD

EVERY FUCKING CLASSIC ROCK FANDOM NEEDS TO LISTEN TO THIS

Way to make me squeal like a little girl, Degrassi

Fri, 18 May 2012 21:30:57 -0400

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Fri, 18 May 2012 19:55:53 -0400

prospitheir: have you ever gotten to a point in a text conversation where suddENLY EVERYTHING IS...

Fri, 18 May 2012 18:22:37 -0400

prospitheir:

have you ever gotten to a point in a text conversation where suddENLY EVERYTHING IS CAPSLOCK AND YOU’RE BOTH JUST SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER FOR NO REASON

sunguppy: Holy fuck Music Appreciation Class… 0.0

Fri, 18 May 2012 16:17:27 -0400

sunguppy:

Holy fuck Music Appreciation Class…

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Apparently I played the Star Wars Suite with my high school band.

Fri, 18 May 2012 16:11:34 -0400

You’d think I’d remember something like that.

honeynutqueerios: bath-salts: omg she recognizes me on video...

Fri, 18 May 2012 15:47:47 -0400

honeynutqueerios:

bath-salts:

omg she recognizes me on video chat

aw

the-absolute-best-posts: thecakebar: Hot cocoa Cookies!...

Fri, 18 May 2012 11:52:07 -0400

the-absolute-best-posts:

thecakebar:

Hot cocoa Cookies! (recipe)

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fr3aksh0ww: look guys it’s Snow-ing. This is terrifying.

Fri, 18 May 2012 11:49:38 -0400

fr3aksh0ww:

look guys it’s Snow-ing.

This is terrifying.

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Fri, 18 May 2012 00:40:12 -0400

The Loneliest Whale in the World. In 2004, The New York Times...

Fri, 18 May 2012 00:27:01 -0400

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

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the-absolute-best-posts: Bazinga ! Submitted by...

Thu, 17 May 2012 23:59:01 -0400

the-absolute-best-posts:

Bazinga !

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Thu, 17 May 2012 23:56:44 -0400

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bl0winonmedicinal: some shit is about to go down

Thu, 17 May 2012 23:54:29 -0400

bl0winonmedicinal:

some shit is about to go down