aiyexayen:

kelp-kelp:

ghirahimbo:

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starting a compilation of my favorite “no thank you” buttons from when they want you to subscribe so bad

More from the notes:


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adding to the collection

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crazysodomite:

Buses are very tolerant of humans and not skittish at all. Trains are much less tolerant and they get scared easily … Trains hate when their way of life /schedule is disturbed. Even a small deviation will be very stressful for a train. While buses are used to it. They have to deal with cars every day so their tolerance is very high. Buses are like large herbivores. You can’t push them over or make them do something they don’t like. You may train it but they still go their own way most of the time. Very independent. While a train doesn’t know what to do when it sees a plastic bag on the tracks

thelovers-thedreamers-and-me:

roycohn:

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for a minute i definitely forgot that kanye west had changed his name to ye and was wondering why this accusatory headline was written in shakespearean language

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televisionenjoyer:

televisionenjoyer:

“stop speaking like you’re superior” do you know how much more agile your brain is when you’re bisexual?

**BILINGUAL

catgirlforeskin:

milk5:

maybe if we torture this kid harder our lives will get even more awesome

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some girls with very different literary experiences in the notes

cryptile:

sketiana:

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:D

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Something my dear friend said to me that i think fits

deepwebknowledge:

I had a dream a while ago that I was walking down a winding road in a forest in the middle of the night and there were several signs along the road. One of them had a picture of Dr house on it and it said “are you gay” and there were two buttons underneath labeled yes and no. And if you pressed the yes button a fire hose would spray at you

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This is exactly what it looked like

montponine:

bring back homeric epithets. call people brave-hearted, swift-footed, laughter loving and loud thundering. view the world with its rosy fingered and saffron robed dawns, its wine dark seas. make your own, walk across kiln fired earth and moss soft as sea sponges. be dew-eyed and soft-cheeked and silver-souled, deft-fingered and bright-tongued. gaze up at the many-storied stars and feel the warmth of the ancient sun, father of gods and men, as it beats down on the shimmering world, soft spun like caterpillar silk

cathkaesque:

soup-mother:

soup-mother:

agricultural intellectual property makes me want to kill

noo we need to tightly protect the genetic code of these crops we’re using borderline agricultural slave labour to harvest

It’s to make sure the small peasant we’ve conned into buying the seeds get sued into oblivion if they try to save some for next year rather than going back to Monsanto to pay an even higher price than did last time, so we can nick their land and turn it into a great big palm oil plantation

libraford:

angelofthemornings:

libraford:

Thinking about when I first moved to Ohio and me and my girlfriend went out for our anniversary date. We thought it would be nice to overdress a little and it was winter, so we were wearing wool hats. We looked very 1940s and it was cute.

A lady came up to me and said: “excuse me, are you part of that society of ladies that dress fancy?”

Me: “No ma'am, we are on a date.”

Lady: “the both of you? Like that?”

Me: “…it’s our anniversary?”

Lady was prepared for two people in their 30s to be part of a Red Hat Society offshoot, but not lesbians.

One night I was hungry and the guy I was dating at the time ordered a pizza for me. Presumably he said “it’s for my boyfriend” or something like that. I went to pick it up and the lady said “Oh this was ordered by your girlfriend Mike”

Obsessed with this. I think my gender today will be Girlfriend Mike.

lastoneout:

brothermouse-skeleton:

autie-j:

“Scrooge only changed because he saw how nobody mourned him after his death” NO NO NO NO. You don’t get it! The last spirit only worked because of the spirits that came before softening him up! If the spirits had shown him dead and ungrieved only it would not work. As the night goes on amid the visits Scrooge is already visibly changing. He’s different after the first spirit and even more so after the second. And it’s because of how much he’s already changed that the final spirit is able to succeed

The first ghost reminded him that he had been loved once, that there was, in fact, something lovable about him, and that he was once capable of returning that love.

The second ghost showed him the crossroads he was at, people still cared about him. Bob sticks up for him when it’s clear Scrooge doesn’t deserve it, and Fred expresses pity for him for his loneliness. But in those moments he also sees the fruits of his actions, Mrs Cratchit’s pure distain for him and Fred’s party goers jumping at the chance to make fun of him.

He is shown that he could go back to the days of Fezziwig and that he could join Fred’s party and still be welcomed with open arms.

But the last ghost shows him that there is a deadline to fixing his life. If he doesn’t get his act together, he’s going to be despised at worse and dismissed at best.

OP is absolutely right, the last ghost only worked because Scrooge was shown what he could have, what was right within his reach. He wanted that, he was changing, he was ready. The last ghost just sealed the deal by letting him know what was at stake.

If “you’re going to die soon and go to hell for being a shitty, greedy person” would have worked then Marley alone would have been more than enough to change his mind, but the story makes it very clear that simply telling Scrooge he’s an asshole and will be punished for his sins one day was never going to get him to really change.

metamorphesque:

text id: I've lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that's left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.ALT

“I`ve lived to bury my desires…”, Alexander Pushkin (translated by Maurice Baring)

holly-warbs:

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I’ll never drop my sword.

scenes from my recent animation.