June 2013
An Atheist and a Christian sit down at a bar. They both knock back a few drinks and enjoy each others company because they aren’t pretentious assholes.
it’s honestly really bad that this is supposed to be a personal blogging website, and most of us are scared to post our opinions in fear of getting called out by others because people do not know how to respect the fact that others have different opinions on things
“Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.”
—Lao Tzu (via perfect)
“And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
—John Keating, Dead Poets Society (via your-daughter)
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Throw Away Your Scale
When is the last time you saw a gorgeous tiger, horse, fish, or any other animal worry about their weight? Have you ever seen a leopard suck it in, pinch her stomach, or abuse herself for eating too much last night? Wild animals, and even or domesticated friends don’t have…
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
—(via pluteum)
do you ever get into one of those situations where you’re like “I need to stop hating this particular person it’s not going to get me anywhere I’m just going to grow up and move on with my life” but then they do the tiniest thing to piss you off and then you’re like “nope fuck you right off I want to throw you off a bridge”
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I respect fit runners and I respect overweight runners. I respect fast runners and I respect slow runners. I respect people who run 5 miles and I respect people who run 25 miles. I respect people who run in group and I respect solo runners. I respect shirtless runners and I respect fully clothed runners. I respect walkers, joggers, and sprinters. I respect female runners and I respect male runners. I respect young runners and I respect old runners. I respect winter, spring, summer, fall runners. My point is this: the first step out the front door is the hardest, and I respect anyone who takes it.
every american i’ve talked to on skype asked about bagged milk so far
what the hell is bagged milk?
what
gUYS
IT’S JUST MILK
IN A BAG
WHY IS THIS SUCH A STRANGE CONCEPT
BECAUSE IF YOU OPEN IT, DOESN’T IT GO EVERYWHERE?
HOW DO YOU EVEN
#but.. can’t you open it like you open bagged water?
WHAT THE FUCK IS BAGGED WATER
WHY ARE YOU BAGGING DRINKS?
am i the only one who rehearses things i might say in advance? and I don’t mean like my theoretical oscars acceptance speech i mean like what i’ll say to the pizza guy when I answer the door in my pjs
Okay so you know these glasses right?
I was in class and I put them on. And, being the dramatic smartass I am I turned to my friend and said, with the most conviction I could muster, “Behold- I am now ten times funnier.”
And she looked at me- looked at me dead in the eyes- and said very seriously:
“Ten times zero… is still zero”
Your friend just went up all the levels
oh. my. god.
I can’t just like something
I gotta go balls out crazy obsessive over it
I told my government class about the Great Emu War and half the class didn’t believe me so we had my government teacher look it up on the projector oh my god
only in australia
wait how did the emus win
have you ever met an emu
hey yo
be nice to people
bc most people are already sad so like
why be mean
I JUST WANT MY ABS TO BE TIGHTER THAN A NUN’S PUSSY
Are men really complaining about the zesty italian commercial?
Gee
It must be so hard
To be oversexualized in advertising
once i was sick so i got a prescription for codeine cough syrup and when i went to pick it up the pharmacist was like “you really won’t need all of this” and i was like “it’s ok i could just sell it at school” and he was like “YEAAAAAAAH FUTURE PHARMACIST” and fist bumped me
ok apparently this pharmacist is my brother’s old pot dealer
his name is scooter
“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.”
—Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via excrutiate)
