May 2013
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Happy 200th Birthday to Hitler's muse, Richard... →
Nice music you’ve got there. Have fun rotting in Hell, you hate-mongering son of a bitch.
“The SAT is a scam. It has been around for 50 years. It has never measured...”
– John Katzman, founder of The Princeton Review (via thepeacefulterrorist)
But all those test prep folks sure do make a shitload of money off it.
(via eshusplayground)
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Having just recently moved back into a house with a TV, I just watched the first episode of the eleventh Doctor and am now hopelessly in love with Karen Gillan.
Amazon Prime is a crock of shit.
Everything costs three bucks except for old-ass shit shows like Mind of Mencia.
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Josephine County Emergency Responders Telling... →
What the fuck is wrong with this picture country?
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Most of the time when I track “bass” or “bassist” tags I start out wanting to see cool basses and hear nice grooves, and I always end up furious beyond words at all the emo pre-teens licking their Squiers with DR neons.
I’m gonna guess the market for plus-size male models isn’t as active as that for plus-size female models.
Cue gender-related shit fit.
But not really at all.
Thoughts, those who know me!
Should I pierce an ear? Just a little, inconspicuous silver ring.
Beethoven: ARE YOU READY TO HEAR SOME SYMPHONIES?!
Audience: *cheers*
Beethoven: I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!
“Archaeologists have not yet discovered any stage of human existence without art....”
– Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Beauty Will Save the World (via delicateswans)
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“Give a man a mask, and he’ll tell you the truth.”
– Harrison Ford
mini-slashthegreat:
thepreciousthing:
adire-adire:
victorysunshine:
goldfish-kisses:
geek-in-a-box:
martiemcfly:
WHY ARENT THERE ADULT-SIZED PLAYGROUNDS
LIKE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AS A KIDS PLAYGROUND
BUT BIGGER
WHY DO WE NOT HAVE THOSE
theme parks. just. theme parks.
but u have to pay for theme parks
that’s the adult part
son of a bitch
ladies and gentlemen, behold
...
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Why I don't talk to girls.
I made the mistake of falling in love
one time.
She and I had met three summers ago,
when my hair still brushed my back
and I looked at girls like
vintage guitars,
too expensive and too pretty even to hold, but so addictive to look at,
or like escaped zoo animals,
tame until approached, and so best not approached at all.
She began to treat me like her favorite.
It scared me, but I let it...
