February 2012
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“The beginning of your program? Your Earth is spinning in the wrong direction.”
– astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, to Jon Stewart, on the graphic in the opening credits of “The Daily Show.” (via washingtonpoststyle)
Jahboi
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Poll: Santorum comes from behind in Alabama... →
journalofajournalist:
I don’t care what your politics are, but that headline is pure genius. Also… Alabama three-way? That’s got to be like a regular three-way, but with barbecue involved somehow.
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goddamnbears:
I just inspired everyone in this shop to eat red velvet cake. Spreading joy every day.
Keep doin the Lord’s work
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Listen
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“Munch, munch, munch, munch, crunch, crunch, crunch”
– R. Kelly on Cunnilingus (via goddamnbears)
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“Booty, booty, booty, booty rocking everywhere”
– Bubba Sparxxx and the Ying Yang Twins (via goddamnbears)
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downers
henrycharlesbukowski:
some people grind away making their unhappiness the ultimate factor of their existence until finally they are just automatically unhappy, their suspicious upset snarling selves grinding
on and at and for and through
their only relief being
to meet another unhappy person
or to create one
Feedback is always appreciated
I’m trying some cathartic writing on my tumblr lately if you haven’t noticed. I feel much better about something when I’ve purged myself and plucked up fancy words and feelings to make myself look thoughtful, but I end up being embarassed looking at what I wrote after I post it.
But then I realized this was exactly how I felt about my standup for a while and now people seem to...
All my friends are desperate
Some scream quieter than others.
I keep having dreams about a pimple I need to pop. In real life, I take decent care of my face and hardly ever have any kind of blemish. If I get something on my face, it is usually still pretty small and insignificant when I notice it. When I get inpatient and pop it before it’s had time to grow and mature a little bit, it leaves an awkward red bump for me...
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FAQ.
Is this something you don’t enjoy anymore?
“Is it my fault?”
Can we just be friends?
Does my history keep repeating itself or does it just rhyme a lot?
Why can’t I be completely comfortable in any situation?
Do I just find stuff to be sad about? How do I make it easier to make myself happy? When will I learn to forget and move on? Am I going to be alright if I can’t...
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The battle is lost, but the war wages on.
Mason turned on his fan which, due to our rooms being connected and my door being open, began cooling my room where I have a space heater running, thereby forcing me to close the door and lose this evening’s contest for the affection of the cat. Pretty clever.
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And so it was
Weed and studying for psychology quickly became more weed and comic books with Mason and Cosmo.
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I don’t see nothing wrong with a little shrooms and Bump n’ Grind
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via philphys)
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“A life of illusions is unpardonable, but a life without illusions is unbearable.”
– Eugene O’Neill
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“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and...”
– The Great God Brown (via medicsnyder)
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MF Doom Meets Clutchy Hopkins
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